techmetalfan

what is life,
but a stream of subsequent moments?
meaning attributed,
but merely a means for comfort.
on the largest scale,
all life is but a happy accident,
with no purpose,
yet we all tend to progress further.

what is love,
but an irrational feeling of infatuation?
romantic interludes,
indulgent as they are we feel full.
as love dies,
clairvoyance vows permanant demise.
life and love,
two fleeting conceptual anomalies.