There is much to be said on the matter of purpose and the absurd, and I am likely more apt to explain it better in different terms one day, but I think this suffices for now.There came a time where I wondered what my purpose was. What the world is, who i am, what even …
From you, should I hope to pluck love out of indifference's lips?
The roots that from the floor had been wrought,
The gnarled marble that steadies
against the porcelain top.