Purpose-s

Moths running to mercury vapor lights or the smell of fermented sugar and ripe fruit because it would settle them down. So are when your tears ricochet. Every drop of it would remain a part of thing that settle you down. A whole night has turned the sea into an ocean, while you only have one brain to think everything about how your life would be. I suppose it has bothered your peaceful evening or abusively hurt your feelings. It was haunting day after day, tangled in your hair that you cut from time to time, even if you had covered it with red or blue or you have bleached away its black, yet still. Question it over and over even when you have no questions at all. Throw a paper plane and let it land, even to the nearest place ever be. Even to the nearest place ever be, there are still many things it will see clearly. Many thing are not enough to discover just once. Perhaps your purpose is to wake up and feel your heart beating, feel the grass touching your foot’s skin, or simply minding what to eat in your evening. At the very least, to live for the hope of it all. This is your very first time living anyway.