i always feel like i am floating somewhere,
to an unknown place,
full of unknown faces.
the more i looked into it,
the more unfamiliar they became.
what is the purpose of life?
to live, to experience hardships,
to experience love and,
gain happiness with a balance of sadness in it.
i don't see how,
any of these things are,
important to me.
living in a world so dull and colourless,
in a life where i live in,
there's no meaningful event to think of,
at all.
maybe it is just me,
or am i so lack of colour?
that all i see when i open my eyes;
monotonous.
nothing.
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RETROUVAILLES - POETRY
Poetrywords that i can't speak out loud but in poetry, i can.
