No Vacancy
I breath in and out.
Over and over.
Second after second.
I exist to breath.
Not to believe.
I am an entirely meaningless being.
Yet I create,
And search for beauty.
What does it mean?
Is our purpose in life just to search for meaning.
To create it?
And if we find it will we seize to be human?
3 comments:
shit, i think about this all the time but never make any progress. what is the meaning of vision and if i spend so much thought on image does that make me weak?
btw i like your blog. your thoughts are fascinating
I think about this all the time, and it always starts to confuse me if i think about it for too long. And thankyou! There's more to come to feel free to follow.
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