What is life?
Sometimes I just sit around and ask myself this question. I don't know the answer, but I think about it anyway.
Life is big.
When I sit there and taste the words that form this question it feels like I'm disappearing. I get lost in my head and it's literally as if I don't exist. Like I still see and hear and think, but it's from someone elses eyes. As if I took a soul and that's all I become.
I become a part of something new but I'm not afraid, I'm just curious.
Because what is life?
This question is only one I can pretend I know the answer to. It has an impossible definition that cannot be captured using words or pictures or definitions or explinations. It can't even be explained by describing it with itself.
So what is life?
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