A Meaningless Pursuit
My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out.
Thursday, August 27, 2026
Memories
People leave
Years leave too
But something's remain
The way rain sounds against certain windows
The way evening settles over familiar rooftops
The way a memory returns without knocking
As if it never left at all
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