We were born. For some reason or none. The purpose of life is to live it!
We are like a leaf blowing in the wind and will far to soon rot to dust.
But dust was once given from dying stars and dust will gather and organize itself to new life. Again and Again and Again...
Darkness is warm, cozy and endless.
”Bonds that are woven in sadness are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure” - Khalil Gibran
A constant stream of strange and conflicting emotions.
Slaugter of the innocent.
Mechanical songbirds.
Trusted piano.