Untitled - 9/10/2025

If you’re willing to die for it, live for it.
Ride for it, slide for it.
Cry for it, lie for it, fly for it.
Find it, use it, lose it.
Let it take you, break you, make you.

What is life if not perpetual feeling?
Fading?
Return to stasis.
Chase it, pace it, face it again.

Losses, lessons, blessings.
No past, no future, only now.
Live, feel, lose yourself, find yourself.
In the end, what is left?

Live, love, let go, learn again.
For it is better to do it and fail
Then to never even try.