The meaning.
Bleach stings my nose and skin, as I run across the meaning of life.
It's so simple, quaint in a way.
I smile, and the day brightens when one word clears everything.
The meaning of life, is ...living.
You have to live. You have to do everything you can, squeeze it all in this small life, and not look back until the end. Then, as you see the collage of experiences, you can proudly say, "that was my life."
I came across this, while cleaning. When acid fumes crawled up my nose, burned my eyes, and stung my brain, and suddenly ...it stood there.
It's so simple, quaint in a way.
I smile, and the day brightens when one word clears everything.
The meaning of life, is ...living.
You have to live. You have to do everything you can, squeeze it all in this small life, and not look back until the end. Then, as you see the collage of experiences, you can proudly say, "that was my life."
I came across this, while cleaning. When acid fumes crawled up my nose, burned my eyes, and stung my brain, and suddenly ...it stood there.