Maybe things don't happen
for a reason. Maybe we're
just grasping for ways to
make sense to the chaos around
us.
Maybe we're giving meaning to
things that have no meaning.
Maybe we're clinging to hope
so hard that we forget about reality.
What if we're wrong and nothing is meant
to be?
We're just souls wandering endlessly,
desprately seeking comfort from the
nations that things will work out in the end, no matter what. What if we've tricked ourselves into believing that everything will be okay in the end, just so we don't have to face the reality that maybe it won't.