what's the point?

what is the point of watering the tree of life when the fruit is death?

what is the point of a moment of happiness, when sadness is all we receive at the end

What is the point of holding on till the last breath, if we'll die one day, just like our brethren

What is the point of having hope when all we beget is our descend,

what is the point of holding on to this last strand, when one day this too shall fall, along with us

What is the point of sharing when all that it does is take from us.

what is the point of our existence, if one day no one remembers our name?

What is the point of friends if at the end its all ashes that accompany us.

what is the point of love, if one day, it too leaves?

what is the point of feelings, when they too, hurt us?

What is the point of feeling at all. If it would hurt a lot less without it.

what is the point of anything, then, if everything leaves and we get left?




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