humans are the strangest. so complicated and dying to define everything when nothing has a definition. we live and we die and it doesn't really matter what happens in between. it doesn't make me feel better to give my life pointless seriousness or importance because it shouldn't be serious or important at all.
there is no meaning, there are no answers and i refuse to be spiritual. there is nothing that cures the truth and sadness of human life. i can understand the need to feel like we're not alone though, it's tempting but overall comes up short.
so hungry right now.
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