when loving like an existentialist
every moment means something
and every meaning comes
from something purposeful,
or so you tried to reason with me.
but when every breath i take,
burns a little more harshly
of one more second
closer to nothingness
it's hard to believe that nothingness
means something,
between then and now.
YOU ARE READING
a year full of life
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from the year 2020. some are from various poetry prompt lists on instagram.
