Why do I exist?

To learn to live and love?

What is life? What is love?

Nothing but a mere imagination of perfection.

Perfection that keeps on tearing me apart.

Tearing me into something I cannot be.

Life and love, making me sink into the darkness.

Alone in the darkness where people like me tried to escape.

Tried to free ourselves from expectations, goals and rules.

Perfection.

Imagination.

A world full of hope and dreams.

A place where I live in.

In a place where life and love dwells.

Telling our hearts to believe.

To believe that life and love exist and not as a mere dream.

It lives yet I cannot find.

I exist.

I exist on a journey.

A quest to find life.

To find love.