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What Does It Matter? Air Breathing Reasoning.
As the earth spins and our hearts beat and the air flows into our nostrils
As I hold my breath waiting for something amazing to happen that makes my eyes wonder, what does it matter? I’m serious too. I don’t understand life and all of it’s complications, my heart still beats and I continue to think…
Does it matter? Do I have a purpose, do I have some sort of action that I’m supposed to use, does my tone in my voice have a purpose. Do my emotions speak in multiple languages? I’m scared of life. I’m scared of myself I’m scared of adulthood. Was I created here for something, maybe some of you know where I am coming from.
Because I don’t understand, I look into the mirror and see a shadow. I see a skinny kid in the mirror that doesn’t get life. I ponder, what is my reasoning to be on this earth. And to see all of this. Do I belong here?
Should I wonder with my eyes or stand on my feet?- I’m just in a hard spot in my life and I, I’m speechless but I’m still breathing air.
