Why do I always feel like I am unravelling?
I never thought I was made of thread and fibres.
Yet here I am, fraying at the edges as our mind delves deeper into the abyssal darkness of instability.
What is LIFE?
For me, my mind goes to:
But wouldn’t that be the answer if someone asked what LIFE stood for?
Doesn’t that mean that there is a different answer for this question of mine?
Who knows what answer might exist?
Who says the answer needs to be the same for each person?
Here’s to figuring it out.
I hope to find my own answer someday.
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