Between life and death, there we are with our borrowed time that we use to fill up the days of our existence in this world. And if everything we do is just a time-filler does it matter what we do with the time that we have, that is only going to be taken away in the end? Or it’s only borrowed so we should make the most out of it instead?
I wrote a bunch of poetry back in 2017, it was all over the place. So, I finally retrieved it from my old broken laptop and some were from my old journal pages that I may have forgotten about.
THESE ARE THE LOST WRITINGS WHERE UNPUBLISHED AND FORGOTTEN POETRY FINALLY COMES TO LIGHT.
WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?
I’m thinking about life and death and how we are all stuck in the middle of it.
We started with this life only to face death in the end. I’m thinking about how we should live this life and say it’s worth it when the end arrives but there are these said rules that needed to be applied.
I’m thinking about what truly matters while we’re in the middle of these concepts and how everyone worries about paying their debts.
But I’m thinking more about death and what comes after it because in life we know all the possibilities but with death it still remains as a mystery.
I wrote a bunch of poetry back in 2017, it was all over the place so I finally retrieved it from my old broken laptop and some were from my old journal pages that I may have forgotten about.
For the next few days I decided to publish some of it here since I am currently uninspired to write. So, forgive these old words that I hope you’ll like.