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Click heresome day this hole inside me will be filled
and when that day comes i only hope i will be ready
we live the majority of our lives stuffing it with this and that dedicating our entire existence to becoming whole..so when the missing piece is right in front of us as we question that piece in fear.
Fear that our long journey is over and what comes next? or fear that it is yet another illusion... another disappointment.
we have lived so consumed by our hunger to be whole with no knowledge why or what it is we crave.
is it food? is it love? is it a drug?
drug... yes we are addicted to this chase of why and what; it seems to be a drug in an of itself
does this journey ever end? will we never be at peace? i wonder, maybe this is the reason for being.
it is just a contest. whosoever finds their puzzle piece (or peace) wins. hah! it is so terribly hard to believe that any human being with all life's complications could ever be at peace with themselves let alone the world.
why are we so fucking worried about this life?
does anyone truly care about anyone or is it just an act because they're so scared of what could be after death... ALL BULLSHIT!
do we really hate? love? ANYTHING?
what if CRAVING is the only thing we have?
and is answered by "Perhaps my dead whore cheating wife knew. Fuck her." a bit of an oxymoron? But such beautiful sentiment and such a wonderful answer.
Never having found the missing piece, I cannot answer what is the purpose of life. Perhaps my dead whore cheating wife knew. Fuck her.