Life

Not sure what it's about even. I just felt like writing. I'll let you know where I'm going when I know.

Walking alone through life,

I wonder why I even bother trying.

What's the point? Why should it matter?

I don't know.

At this point I doubt anyone does.

But then it happens,

That brief, beautiful moment of clarity,

the fleeting ectacy of knowledge. 

 

Life flows around us continuously.

Some of us shun it.

Some of us embrace it and love it.

All of us experience it differently,

but without a single shade,

of white or black in sight,

how are we to judge?

 

You see him sitting their by himself,

but why is he doing that?

Is he waiting expectantly for something specific,

does he bask in his solidarity,

or hope for someone to notice him, anyone, to acknowledge his existence.

 

Is the girl sitting under a tree reading a book,

doing that because she likes books,

or because they are her only true companions.

Is she stumbling over esotoric physics,

or flying through a world of magic and mayhem.

Should you approach her,

or more importantly how should you approach her?

Are you to be another traveler in the journey of life,

someone looking for a little fun,

or something else,

something...more and yet equal, but less at the same time.

Just another human being, nothing special,

and yet, what isn't special about being a human being?

Author's Note

This should be considered for the moment an unfinished work in progress.