Wednesday

Existence 


What is the point of living
if we only live for living's sake?

Rendered
Nothing more than a breathing machine,
inhaling dust,
waiting
as our internal clockwork starts to rust.

Yet through this churning we still wonder,
'What is life to me?'

- It's transient, fragile,
sadly so,
completely, unbearably free. 

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