We were born in darkness.
And yet we hate our self.
We will now kill the forest with light.
And all the world will be alive.
Waiting.
Crying.
Longing for the night…
Tag: Existence
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EXISTENCE…
It exists.
We exist.
I exist.
The greatest miracle and mystery of them all.
What is existence? What does it mean to Be?
I am me.
And yet, what does that mean?
I am afraid it means nothing.
So I try to find out answers.
To questions that exist only in the heart of the night wind.
Oh, I wish I was more brave.
Brave enough to see that the vast sea looks up to Me…
~ Part of Harmonia Philosophica network
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