i don’t want to know about the meaninglessness you feel, i don’t want to hear about the thousand chanting phrases you do for yourself or the blame you put on the past life, because here you are on this planet suffering and longing for something spiritually and an emotionally nostalgic world.
there is no grand plan for the both of us, if the world ends, you and i must hold hands and let it perish back it’s core.
god lives within our emptiness, he was only sculpted into a physical entity foreseeing how our materialistic world can glorify over it, and kiss the same element that could have been forged into weapons.
you and i, people like us, we are just here. and there might never be another greater meaning than getting to be here for once or ever.
Prena Poetry 
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