Vermilioncore
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Life is a constant journey away from birth toward death. You crawl steadfast from the womb into the tomb as though the womb was smoke and the tomb was fresh air. But, in this case, the fresh air is the end. So what was all of that journeying really for? It’s one big pointless trek full of agony and fear with no discernible rhyme or reason.
To be self aware during this adventure is the blackened cherry on top. It’s like giving awareness to a building and then setting it on fire and then expecting that building to find meaning in the few moments it has before crumbling to the ground.
I know a lot of things about my life and yet life itself is still anonymous.
To be self aware during this adventure is the blackened cherry on top. It’s like giving awareness to a building and then setting it on fire and then expecting that building to find meaning in the few moments it has before crumbling to the ground.
I know a lot of things about my life and yet life itself is still anonymous.
