We Are All Leeches

Water is vital, true, without it no life thrives purpose, for men, you see, is something likewise. a fuel that propels a fuel that thrusts you, and me, and rest of our kind, onwards. loss of it leads to a question, or maybe a series of why's, as why to go on? and pedal to survive? existence without a meaning like a puzzle of quantum strings to him, is an unfathomable lie. because, has anyone really,  with own naked eyes, seen,  a billion molecules forming our skin? so we latch on to hope, tight, like the last of hanging rope like a leech sucking on bare skin, devouring the last of scarlet treat. because, frankly, in the lack of it, in life, is there much to keep? 

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