4.23.25

what's the point of it all? where is the finish line? i think i've realized there is no finish line. you will never be "healed." you will never ascend to a pristine existence where all comes as easy and placid as a daydream. we are animals, living animal lives. we love, we hurt, we run in circles until we die. we get drunk of daydreams of a larger purpose. we poison ourselves and eachother and then our children inherent the cycle. through it all, i've found, the purpose. sunshine on an open day, touch of skin, laughter ringing loud off the walls, the smell of your lover, animals in their habitats, rain against the window. all five senses are all that make sense to me. i try to conjure up a sixth one to feed my mind's hunger, like all minds' hunger, to taste my purpose. but the truth is i sit in it every day, in the grass, with every breath.