what is life?
is it the shining curiosity in a newborn's eyes?
is it the quiet of the sky just before the storm strikes?
is it the honking horns and fast food and empty bottles and lit cigarettes?
is it the emotional tumult of first love?
is it spending your whole life for the future, only to realize you never lived in the present?
is it a heated argument between a mother who doesn't know what she's doing and a son
who curses his luck?
is it the silent moon who gazes coldly down upon us as we beg for help or money or someone
who cares?
is it a late night movie and falling asleep knowing you'll be okay?
what is life?
what's the purpose of life?
I don't understand what life is for.
who does?
life can be to learn from the bad things
or to revel in the good things
life is an amazing existence of consciousness
a miracle of cosmic proportions
what a gift life is,
what a gift it is to be a sentient creature,
and at that, a human
life is all of these things
and yet
I'll gladly give it all away
YOU ARE READING
collection of thoughts
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING! Contains depression, anxiety, some self harm. I DO NOT PROMOTE THOSE THINGS. - Various poems and writings that are just my train of thoughts in free verse form. They are not in finished poetry format, most of them are sort of rough...
