See life is quite fickle, it lingers and stirs, but never to loudly for life to be heaard. I think living is living, those are just my own words. Maybe you think this whole thing is absurd, but if you're intrigued about the rabbit hole of life, well son let me tell you, this life you live, you live it like it's your right. Because it is, and because words mean what they mean, language is a barrier, between love and some loathing, because your life is your own, you choose where you go, and if you've read this, well, fellow human, you've read what I write.
I aint reading all that