Memories drifting along in the harshness of winter but also come back at the dawn of spring
The journey to a concrete existence is one a being cannot finish
These thoughts run through my mind in a effort to convince myself that somehow my life will end up having a purpose or an explanation
Explanations full of doubt and obscurity these thoughts and memories which make my question my creator my self worth my fundamental personal traits that i have created for myself
In life there are journeys that are never concrete the answers to the question are never clear as the summer rain
These journeys, memories and thoughts are what makes enigmatic living a work of obnubilate art
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
Memories drifting along in the harshness of winter but also come back at the dawn of spring
The journey to a concrete existence is one a being cannot finish
These thoughts run through my mind in a effort to convince myself that somehow my life will end up having a purpose or an explanation
Explanations full of doubt and obscurity these thoughts and memories which make my question my creator my self worth my fundamental personal traits that i have created for myself
In life there are journeys that are never concrete the answers to the question are never clear as the summer rain
These journeys, memories and thoughts are what makes enigmatic living a work of obnubilate art