the purpose

time does not exist.
there is no end - no beginning
we live in each moment, not thinking of what's next.
it doesn't matter.
when we're breathing, smiling, and in the company
of those doing the same, we forget.
forget everything.
all the hard work we've done.
all the friends we've gained and lost.
all the emotions rushing in and out our bloodstream.
we inhale.
we raise our weapons.
we forgive.
we carry on.
the existence of life is not meaningful
if we forget.
every person, smell, taste, touch...
where does it go? does it just vanish?
has time taken it away?
a second is enough to start over.
making memories, enjoying life.
only to have it disappear.