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What is life's purpose?

Can it be defined?

Are we meant to live

Only to finally die?

Are we meant to grieve

For all the ones we've lost?

Are we meant for happiness?

If so perhaps I can be calm

But at what cost?
Kindness
was a house.

Knitted by
knowing you.

It was made
of sticky notes.

Encouragement
aching for actions.

Friendship
is the fuel.

Hearts only
in its windows.

Looks didn’t
really matter.

A firm foundation
invisible.

Gates of wisdom
walk to it.

Depression
laughed at it.

Gossip galloped
away from it.

The golden rule
knew better.
A tidal wave,
these bones smashes.
World goes black,
and a poison
infects pavement cracks.
A caught so surprise,
What has exposed
the colored butterflies
will end tonight.
And we explode
like little moths
drawn to shiny light
dead upon zapped.
Tiny vessels trembling
inside of tiny hands
in the flooding,
head so submerged
under green water.
When “what have I done”  finally sets in.
You’ll never be on board
for any war again!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Good people die in wars.
I placed my hand on an orphan's head
and said, "Don't cry.
If you cry, your mom will cry too,
from heaven."

The child wiped her tears
with her ripped-off sleeve.

I kissed her forehead
and said to the Creator,
"Let me know, please, what you feel!"
We humans
We love to compare and contrast
But
We often forget
We don't all have the same denominator
Their circumstances
Human gods are feeble,
They need fights to make them stand.
To give my worship,
I have chosen the god of animals.
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