I’m not sure why I keep trying
there is never an end...
the wind carries so many seeds a man so much sperm
the seeds make no decision where to make anew tree...
A plain canvas—or paint?
A white peacock, or a rainbow one...
Is it a wonder what I am in nothingness?
I wonder...
Sometimes destiny
won't need roads to find you when...
Her days have been many
But somehow short...
To be all,
reducing to null...
my competition is like a mirror
I wish to not break...
In the darkness, people are more sincere
Because they are their own vicious being...
Every meaning is there
amid meaninglessness...
we are like fish in a huge coral reef a city
holes apartments and houses colleges workplaces...
some people find truth through religion other's...
it's human nature to never be completely satisfied...