We’re just a speckle of dust in the darkness of space.
A human mind full of wonders trying to open up closed doors, some locked.
Who are we?
So I ask, “Are we any better than a flower or a lost dog trying to find his way home?”
I say we’re just lost creatures searching for love. Rolling 8 balls fighting, scraping, and even killing for one thing—love.
Even when we think we know, we don’t, because love is the only answer.
We need it.
We desire it.
But most of all, we crave it, and would die of a broken heart 💔 without it.
An 8 Ball of Love
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