maybe some lives
are not supposed
to exist on
this earth.
maybe their
purpose
lies in other
bigger
smaller
taller
shorter
things.
they do not
feel
loved
needed
destined to be.
that is
how we
the purposeless
found
ourselves.
in the
corners
of society
behind
a pile of
books
films
instruments
old
drawings
from
elementary school
stickmen
in a line
smiling
and people
judging
us
our
books
films
instruments
drawings
behind
we are
a bit
of dust
awaiting
the wind
that
will awake
us
our
books
films
instruments
drawings.
the purposeless
do have
a purpose
they are
the ones
that
show us
there is
a purpose
to be
purposeless.
