little vessels of blood and bones and energy. a piece of the universe in our head and polycarpic love harboured inside our heart. we are finite but fuck if we are not going to even try being more than we are. there is no reason to stay but there is no reason to leave, either. so why are we here? no eyes absorb the way light paints the same scene in the same way. so what is the truth? different minds but the very same emotions and feelings channeling through our brains; we are just different facets of a diamond honed by a divine source. so who are we again?
i cannot step out of boundaries that do not exist. i will never unbecome myself or embody a colour that is not my frequency. i cannot get lost in a place of no roads. the final destination is unavoidable and sunset will find me at the threshold of my dreams. if life is a big question, is death then the answer? perhaps the very meaning of everything lies behind the horizon of what we fear the most. perhaps only when we have crossed the finish line, can we look back with see with a clarity greater than light. we are all going to die. it is one and possibly the only thing we know for certain, but rarely does it play upon our vocal strings.
but of course. we are children of the sun. fear of death is a natural instinct for us, life forms like waves on water, born to six scopes with which to perceive the ocean through, and to survive as we can. perhaps it is fate we fear; the not knowing, the answer to our rooted questions itself, the nature of our being.
well, what does it matter anyway. this is just the musings of a little someone sitting on the bedroom floor and trying to find out what she is searching for. but maybe searching is pointless. you cannot discover answers to questions you have not thought of. perhaps i should stop pondering and just be. that is all there is to life, after all.
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