Philosophical nebula


To feel alone
as life has no meaning
desire to perish but afraid
because of not living yet.
Sorrows upon sorrows surrounded by
fools and ghouls after the dream of contentment
while other's squander in yesterday's and why's.
"Don't leave me here. I don't want to stay here!" Wanna be
free since the taste has once flavored these browns. Panting after ever since.
It's concoction of wind and solace caresses inside out revolting gainst; making immune to all. “Such merriment!” The lavender of hyacinth, love of crimson ribbons upon a clear blue sky amongst tall bright wheat&daises bowing at whim to the feet of tall fro'd oaks strongly rooted beneath the earth grasping reaching in sustenance anchored to survive the most turbulent of days. nights. Tear adorned calling out to the unseen to have mercy upon as to sustain. Bring account&light to misdeeds shortcomings failures then restore, heal, lead out of the jungle of the mind&soul. Nebula like radiate in the shadows were sunlight is bound. Greater the pull, greater the need to fulfill_ Life while easier for some than others. Is it a plot to hinder? What is this thing called "Purpose?" Your life means what exactly?