what were you hands meant to do?
create.
maybe there aren’t any gods, but you can build your own world. you are driven, but for what? for something to calm the storm in your mind, or to shake the world with your own thunder? endlessly searching for answers only our own reflections can tell you. you long for people in eras after this to see the scratches you left, and you love the ones left from ages past. when you taste spice, you savour it. you want to climb to the top of the world and scream ‘I was here!’. you are wind, its endless flow, its eternity, the way it turns itself into song.
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