Meaningless
Destined to live or destined to die? Distancing to the abyss universe, there is no trace of life. Actions and choices are nothing but a preordained code. A code in the form of an hourglass, counting down to demise. The sun rises when the moon falls, akin to the sakura blossoming after the camellias depart. Once allies now acquaintances, the days once alive now linger as mere memories, from dreams to illusions, from thoughts to hallucinations. Dreamless nights fearing while antsy, contemplating the meaning of all, only to realize its vacuousness. When gone is the vessel so does its flame, taking away footprints walking in vain. Past woe and angst, past glee and zeal, wiped at 7 minutes when the bell peals, then all drifts distant without wanting to feel. Destined to live or destined to die? Destined to experience and say goodbye.
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-Cringe things I wrote when I was young
