vixens

I sometimes feel so idle.

As if my existence serves nothing and no one. 

I live day after day,

To complete and overcome its tasks, or

at least try. 

I keep asking myself; what am I even here for?

For the sole purpose of just existing

For something more than that

?

But as I take a look around

There's a whole crowd out there

An endless crowd

Filled with an endless road of oppurtunities

Euphoria rushes through my body

Like ecstasy 

I feel love