Someone asked me if I know
my purpose of the life I have.
I wonder if cats can eat and sleep
as they get hungry and sleepy,
then why can’t we?
Why do we always need to know a purpose
so that we can prove what?
I'm not living to prove I lived.
I'm living because I know
what I have now is not forever.
I want no flowers on my grave.
I want more flowers while I can smell them
and watch them die
together, with someone I love.
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