sometimes i kind of feel like we are in a simulation, everytime we die, our brain doesn't. it just resets but still our emotions are hidden somewhere? in a way? we unlock it one by one as we grow and as time goes by we realized that "hey, this might just be us reliving everything we have done before? the pain and agony just continues in a different shape or form. in a different setting?" what is the definition of adapting? what are we surviving from? is it the demons in our mind? do we have them? do we make reckless choices to learn or is it for us to feel more alive? making our own adrenaline rush? to find that satisfaction? the universe is just as incomplete as we are. it works differently the more we think about it. we are here endlessly walking towards what? what are we seeking? what are we looking for? happiness is subjective. we can find happiness in anything but once it's gone, why do we still feel so empty? we then wander off somewhere to look for a new one, a new muse to feel alive again.
do we need to keep doing that? if so, when does it end? do our lives really end when we aren't here anymore? or is it just going to be the same cycle over and over again but like i said, in a different setting?
i wonder.
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RETROUVAILLES - POETRY
Poetrywords that i can't speak out loud but in poetry, i can.
