Question Your Existence

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What is time, does it exist?

What is your purpose?

How do you really feel?

Why are people so consumed in relationships?

Does the animal side rule you?

Is this life real?

Why are people so angry?

What’s the point of money?

What’s the point of you?

Where are going?

Where have you come from?

Is this reality?

Question your existence.

Question the coffee in front of you, the bustling streets the stretch beyond. The setting sun and the rising moon, the stars that blanket the dark ink sky. The sparkling city lights, the lonely night. 

Toni-Yvonne.

A Melody

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Marks lingered on her body, around her neck and across her arms, his marks. Outside rain hits the concrete and drips down the window pane, the wind wails. Dark shadows creep across the walls, the echoing silence thunders loudly. The memories were slipping through her grasp like water. Was she to see his blue eyes filled with sunlight again? Or the way he smiled, dimples forming across his rugged face, was she going to miss that? 

For who does she have? No family, nor many friends… Apart from her two papillons, with their hearts as expansive as oceans, she was alone. 

To others she was the adventurer, the philosopher, the dreamer, the truth seeker. Though they never wanted to get too close it seemed.

She is the nomad, the hermit, the artist, the seductress, the child, the scared, the hurt, the lonely, the passionate, the strong, the universe and the stars. 

 

Toni-Yvonne