(1/3) pointless.

we're like this: humans picking up litter that decorates

the ground just to throw it away, the truck takes it back

to another piece of land just to litter again. and yes, life

discriminates, it's cruel; picking and choosing who gets food,

shoving love down throats just for them to choke it back up,

blessing those with curses we don't dare think of, and breaking

down the people with words coming from other human's mouths.

life loves to remind us how we're all just so utterly, pointless.

then there's death, she's kind; she doesn't dare discriminate against

anyone, regardless of any crime. she knits a blanket over the world,

so to keep our corpse warm; sewing broken hearts together, bits and

bits of color: the color of your lover, the color of your pain, the color

of a hot summer day, the color of your broken winters. she takes your

soul kindly when it's time, while whispering, darling, this moments

yours alone, don't worry, you're not as life says you so: pointless.