Twelve
we could dream for hours,
scream and laugh
but not the meaning
never the purpose
to explain the minutes of joy
the expressions of righteousness
I will write
but not for the meaning
maybe between the letters and the spaces I’ll find it
but life and its purpose is not to be defined
for happiness is knowing that there is a purpose, not knowing what it is…
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