Another player.

I thought I had finally understood life’s game. You move. You lie . You love. You hate. Repeat.

I had certainly not understand it for I can tell and even swear that life fucked me over.

I lied. I loved. I consumed. I hated. I belonged. I did everything right. Except I did not.

You have. You are given. You are granted. You are…….you are nothing. But, you are everything.

Life circles around you, you are life itself. But then someone tells you are just another player in life’s game. You believe it. You even choose to believe it.

You don’t live. You don’t enjoy the simplicity in life’s beauty. You die.