Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
- 114
One among a thousand others...
Living is the greatest futility there is because nothing makes sense. I have no meaning, nor does this pain have any meaning. Every day the same landscapes, passing through the same places, seeing the same houses, with the same (unknown) people. Time flows but I remain static. There is no teacher teaching me how to live. I learn through my own experiences, my own anguish and sorrows. There is no place where I can go and feel comforted.
This city is a prison; home is captivity; mind is a cage.
Living is the greatest futility there is because nothing makes sense. I have no meaning, nor does this pain have any meaning. Every day the same landscapes, passing through the same places, seeing the same houses, with the same (unknown) people. Time flows but I remain static. There is no teacher teaching me how to live. I learn through my own experiences, my own anguish and sorrows. There is no place where I can go and feel comforted.
This city is a prison; home is captivity; mind is a cage.
