Writings - Unknown

In moments of a  Vast day, we face weird hours; and All the knowledge may Not answer, "Why am I here?" Hear out what the Earth Asserts, "Questions sans answers? Judge them never with Downcast looks; They are common." But at these moments, Hope to live than to survive.

I love the adrenaline of a ride, I feel comfortable at the fireside; I like to be the odd one out, I follow the crowd with no doubt. I am content and disappointed, simple and complicated; I am happy and heart-broken, lazy and passion-driven. I fear and embrace change, I set and burn my stage; I break shells and move on, I hoard things and hold on; I am angry at myself, I empathize with myself; I run far away from me, I trust no one except me. The mind is a palace of glass and mirror, of peace and chaos, of unknown unknowns.