I can do so many things in this life.
Good things and bad things.
But those things hold no meaning.
Nothing does.
All that matters is me.
My body and its form in this world
And you. Your presence.
Your thoughts, Your actions, and Your meaning.
Me and You.
And all the others.
The others. The millions of people that live each day while dying.
Trying so hard to find themselves with so much out there.
But none of it holds true meaning.
Me and You and The Others.
When so many things are distorted,
We are the only real things out there.
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
I can do so many things in this life.
Good things and bad things.
But those things hold no meaning.
Nothing does.
All that matters is me.
My body and its form in this world
And you. Your presence.
Your thoughts, Your actions, and Your meaning.
Me and You.
And all the others.
The others. The millions of people that live each day while dying.
Trying so hard to find themselves with so much out there.
But none of it holds true meaning.
Me and You and The Others.
When so many things are distorted,
We are the only real things out there.
i'm here
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