why am i alive? we live for reasons why? i know i'm gonna die not gonna say goodbye lots of hope left inside it keeps the sun up in my sky so that my spirit can survive i commence to take flight start in loving life begin loving myself my love keeps myself alive because living a life without any love is far from being anything right
Starts with the most primitive question of all time. Actually, most of the time I write, i haven't a clue what my next line or thought will be