We all Remain the Same

We are all formless in our shape.

We object to our objection.

We find chaos in our peace,

Loudness in our solitude,

Madness in our brilliance.


We find rest in our restlessness.

We find youth only through age.

We find beauty in the things we destroy,

Lust in our friendlessness,

Longing in our reflections.


But still we all remain the same.






Things don’t really ever begin at the beginning. We force them into molds to make sense of them. But rarely do we witness the start and the end of something. Even in life, we are present at both our birth and our death, but do we remember them? Life is profound not in its beginning nor its end, but in the messy parts in the middle. That is our legacy.