This are just basic things I wanted to write down.
We are humans feasting on the turmoil and strife of others.
We are bags of rubbery flesh that wrinkle and saturate over time.
Your lover's sighs, moans, and cries will gradually wilt with your mind.
The ones you love will be speechless one day,
and you'll forget the reason why
you held on so long, and why it really mattered.
It's all just recycling of carbon.
The meaning of life is to live long,
then give back to the source that made you.
We all fear the inevitable.
Allow your emotions and opinions to compose you.
We all forget that we have such a limited time.
We all try harder as the days go by.