Existence

Life is a life sentence.

If someone looks haggard and we ask what happened, it’s always the same word: life.

The opposite of death is what kills us.

The circle of life, the tenth circle of hell.

One night we wish wouldn’t end, twenty-seven thousand days we wish away.

Suicide is cowardice we say, trying to convince ourselves we want this gift and not that peace.

But life goes on. And sleeping away one-third of it all is no longer enough.

Deep down, we’re all the same.