I'm just a skeleton.
Do I really have a soul?
Because the point of living
Is not love.
It is not living life to the fullest.
It is finding your purpose,
And your calling.
But I feel like love is where we end it.
All our dreams,
our hopes,
our passions.
We end it because we met our match.
But that can not get in the way of your passion,
your ambition,
your drive.
We are not just skeletons on this ****** earth.
We are the souls of the earth.
Filling the world with our lives,
Search further than love.
Make it a starting point to the real game.
The one where you can choose,
Passion or emptiness?
I cant think of any better way to relate my feelings... I feel like some older adults cant help but agree...