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 …
I dont have something to protect because I have power,I have power because there is something I want to protect.
Dust transferred into a breath,
Before a thought came to rest.
“All of these open doors, what are you searching for?”
The roots that from the floor had been wrought,
The gnarled marble that steadies
against the porcelain top.
Though its silence that you drank,
My ears have never rung so loud
For Him I must ask,
Can You hear me now?