I want to say something meaningful without sounding pretentious.
My body in a constant state of desperation. Not tired, not broken, not much defective. The fuel to answer the question “why”, everything tries its best to override whatever internalize i just made from the previous day.
Let me tell you a story about love.
There was once a bird, and there was once a bunny. They loved each other, but neither of them believed so. The bird spent its time watch the bunny from afar. The bunny spent its time wonder where the bird had been. The bird told the bunny it knew where the bunny has been, what the bunny has been doing. The bunny listened carefully, nodded in turn, but said nothing. The bird said the bunny understood what it’s like to be a bird. The bunny listened carefully, nodded in turn, but said nothing. There was once a bird, and there was once a bunny. The bird flew away. The bunny.
Let me tell you a story about love.