~ Swirling through it

Such a big world,

Yet so small 

Same faces around, 

Just taking up different characters , with the changing seasons 

Everyone came for a purpose , 

Some came for none 

Am i a purpose ,or nun 

Came through the red carpet , to be left flushed into ashes 

We aren't dead , yet we rot 

Rotting thoughts 

Clotting hearts 

Bloating memories , 

Carrying carefully in the fists to be thrown upon another passer by 

to make them live , to be lived.