Questions

We are all drifting in this voyage to death
Our purpose to exist is to die
To get old
To be extinguished
Who holds the benefit of this passing of existence ?
Your family? Yourself?
Does it matter? Who really cares? Who doesn’t ?
We are just egocentric specks
In a mini ecosystem
We don’t exist for other cosmical beings as they “don’t” to us
We worry, but that is the most silent act in the galaxy
Such complexity in this tiny space
The good
The bad
Even if it’s for me, my fight
Where do I take it?
Where am I taking it to?
To who? For what? Why?

Me lately

It’s like when you go into a maze.
You know it’s not the way, but you still want to explore it. To see every corner, to miss no glimpse.
I feel so alive sometimes
And so forgetful
Like when I was born
A clear new page
I go to a clear new page
Of oblivion