What is the meaning of life? The meaning of life is to embrace the past, respect history, but not to dwell within it. The meaning of life is to be the best you can be, do the best you can do, at whatever inspires you. The meaning of life is to be constantly searching for yours. The meaning of "Life" is: "The condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death." Is there a meaning to life? What is the meaning of life? What does "what is the meaning of life," mean? Are we truly able to simplify something so awesomely complex into a solitary "meaning" that we, as a species, as a planet, as a life force, life, could begin to comprehend? What is the meaning of life? Do you know that feeling when you return to the house you grew up in? Bittersweet; the taste of youth tainted by years passed. It aches me though I cannot feel. I fear the meaning of life is never to be known, and by embracing the mysterious serendipity which is our brief, some may say meaningless, existence, we can begin to understand cause for livelihood and mortality. One may liken the existence of life to a myriad of drops flowing through a canal. Over time, the canal's shape will be gently carved by erosion. No singular drop is to blame for these changes, however the steady, unshakeable determination of the ever flowing stream breaks down the canal, as a singular entity. Is this the meaning of life? What is the meaning of life?

Suddenly you're twenty, and you'll lie on your back, you'll face the ceiling and you'll look at it like it's only thing that mattered in the world for you.

You were old enough but you were
too young to think like one
You were breathing but you're not alive.
You were on your back
but you were not there.
There's a certain coldness
around you but you're bathed in sweat
There's an endless flow of tears
but your eyes had long ran dry.

There's a burning hole in your mind that kept on thinking about the things you might have done wrong, or the things that could go wrong tomorrow or the next day after.

You wouldn't know.
But you know.

And you'll realize that people were
wrong when they said that life is
a pocket full of happiness.
They are wrong.
And so are you.

You are wrong believing them.

Listen, because I think this is something
you need to hear. You are not a failure.
You have not failed yourself by being upset.
You have not failed the world by being yourself.
You failed to be happy, but that does not
make you a failure. You are yourself, you
look like yourself, you feel like yourself, and
there is nothing more beautiful than who
you are. Do not look to others for the
beauty you feel you do not possess, because
if you look within, you will see beauty
like you never thought could exist. If you
live life as yourself, you will become more
beautiful than you could imagine. Look
at yourself like I look at you, and you
will become more beautiful than you could
imagine. You are more beautiful than
any imagination thought you could be.
Imagine that.

Stop pretending that you don't have a heart,
If that was the case,
You would have died long ago.

It's just you either very scared,
Or truly broken.

I don't ask you to trust me,
Just try me?
Talk to me and if you find me worthy enough,
Let me see your heart,
For I'll make sure that it stays safe,
Ever and after

They say those who are the loneliest stay awake all hours of the night.

What if they stay up all night at day ?
What if they are surrounded by people ?
What if they aren't even aware that they are lonely ?

My focus,
pays attention,
to the tension,
as I plays with your mind,
pulling on the cords between your legs,
playing game like Syman says;
the temptation building in your eyes,
I can sense it from a mile,
touching on your lips with my lips,
as our bodies form allies --
burying my fingers deep inside,
your opulence is my wine.
pleasuring your body with my mind,
using one finger at a time,
your mind wonders --
as the ****** climbs.
painting visions of pleasure,
tingling between your thighs,
force your mind to cross the line.