everything is so godawfully pointless without you here. you were the reason i kept moving with enthusiastic thoughts and hopes and dreams. i didn't realize it then, because you were there with me.
and now that you're gone, everything is so empty and so... pointless.
the future is pointless, so is the past and the present, and yet we continue on in hopes of finding an aforementioned point.
but we're gone before the point is found and i find that a bit sad.
then again, i find everything a bit sad.
YOU ARE READING
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Random[finished] thoughts are whispers floating in the wind, capturing every part of our being in the way only we know [lowercase intended]
