filled with art or love maybe
if I keep waiting for life to happen to me, it will remain stagnant, a pool fogged up with sulfurous algae. no, nothing is fair. yes, the evil prevails. love is a room that appears when you step into it. my god, I just remembered that we die. But -- but me too?! Don't forget that for now, it's strawberry season. maybe the wage of virtue is just to have proof... that goodness can prove itself. I cannot wait for meaning, I need to make it. I cannot wait for life, I need to live it, somehow. somehow, outside of this empty, empty room.