Existing for what.?.

Confused on the thought of why there’s a need to live other than so self doesn’t die. Seems the one within had been set to the side so often there’s no belief to truly enjoy life. Wanting the end to come but hoping it’s not too soon. Somehow misplaced without a purpose the heart retreats into the pulse afraid to move. As to waste each beat would be an unjust feature lost in the solitude of the mind. Wanting only to feel alive in some sorta other situation that’s craved in the eyes. To parish prior to luv ever attempting to find a spark again. The devastation of the world disappearing isn’t an option as the body will finally land. With long nights that fade from composure the wonder of why defines a pause. What if it was all over n nothing comes to call? Destined in a stagnant lifeless smile that does its best to create a worth. Going through days that turn into nights as age can never be heard. To grow old alone in a world where the passion held in does not trust a single touch. Transforming the condition in which a chance at happiness feels the rush. Forcing the purity of free will to accept the adaptive mindset of a solo norm. It’s a sad existence that rots the feeling of chuckles from the core. Changing one’s outlook on how they’re to evolve in the silence that speaks. Making every moment a question to why is there a need to breathe…