Let’s inject some light into the situation. As we make pavement out of memories. Watching people tread hungrily though them. Let’s smile at this. Here is my footprint in humanity and I climbed mountains just see it being placed, and then disappear. I didn’t hear the shadow I felt the shadow. I didn’t touch the sky I left it there because it was soft. What I am doing is nothing: what am I doing? Why write rings around time? Why isolate ones existence with any importance? Who can possibly justify ‘Living’. So be born then I cry then I swell to a point and then I die. And in that time it’s been created in me to feel, so I love, hurt, want and still die. It’s hard to imagine a world we can’t create, we can’t call ‘man made’ Are we scared? Yes. Do we act upon this? No, because we are concrete. We have a purpose, and justify this by enduring in our designated design.
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