Contemplative ?s

what’s life? A spider spinning web? Blooming trees? Pinecones falling?

Human embodiment’s experience of emotions? 

An escape mechanism from non-existence?

Here’s an oxygenated, climactic wilderness of conglomerated cities intermingling oceans and raw earth…

A planet surrounded by space junk…

Can human imagination imagine itself never existing?

What’s life to people who are only existing?

What’s love to people who are slowly dying?

What’s death to people who are truly living?


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