Alive in the sense that you can feel
You can become something else
Someone else in this world
A great escape no one else can give you
These days nothing makes sense
Every corner is cradled with questions of who am I? who are you? What are you doing? And why
Why do we need answers for every question?
What if questions weren't meant to have answers?
This is the space of which I am living
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