Who am I?
I am a person searching for the melody of his existence,
a broken vessel trying to live way past their bidding.
A boy, fixing himself on his epicenter to feel the intensity of his ceasing world but will never listen when the trumpets call.
A hopeless being, in love with his Galatea
- created from his existential crisis.
A momentary object in a timeless universe,
a somber speck, trying to live his life.
Though existing, he will try to grasp the knowledge that either he is living or just surviving.
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Self-Contemplation
Poetry"I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I've made them right." - Liesel
