A breathing meat.
Some breathing meat lucky enough to understand
Their purpose of existence. But most of the meats have
No idea why they exist in the universe. The meat who
knows and the meat who doesn’t experience
the same pain, uncertainty, and heartbreak, but have
different points of view on everything.
Under the sky. On the soil. Between the air and the sea.
In the arms of people who treat you badly.
Something you don’t know and something you know.
If you’re lucky you’ll find the answer but other questions
will come to you soon after that.