Until our deathbeds

How do we make sense of our lives? Our emotions? How do we connect the pieces of our lives to make one sensible picture out of it? Even in abstract, we try to atleast crack the codes that seem to appear in our presence. What about desire? So what about it? If there is cessation of desire then suffering will also cease. But what about the drive? Drive and desire are cousins atleast having a mutual concept.

How about subjecting yourself to a totally different environment? Exposing yourself to the things you haven't known. To the people who most likely hate each other for no apparent reason.

How bout in the case of loneliness? Without the presence of your lover? How can you even live every night missing the best person you ever have fallen in love with?

Baby tell me about different men, whats life gonna be when all you had were broken relationships that fatigued you till your vulnerability turns into a machine that spit oil of nonchalance?

Please explain your health. Your health and your issues with yourself. Diagnosing yourself with some kind of made up of clinical depression?  How do we even think of a million things and forget to drink milk.

Baby i miss your milk.

Now honey, please open the subject of skills. Am i in the middle of rediscovery or anything at all? It feels like it. It feels like i have to trudge the dark path of uncertainty to go to the lighter side of the road

After all, dear reader, all the codes and hints and the clues, until our deathbeds,
to the grave until the end.