A thought in the dark.

We are superficial representations of existence; nothing more.

One in seven billion, we sometimes feel of no importance, as if what we say, do, think or feel means absolutely nothing.

An original work of poetry.

A love story.

A.N.Trani.

All about mortality and the desire to continue in other’s memories.

Earth has existed for quite some time without us, global warming isn’t happening and we’re all egomaniacs if we think so. Man by nature has no feelings, only instincts. Do you think early man cared if his girlfriend broke up with him or if someone close to him died? No, it just meant one less hunter/gatherer and one less mouth to feed. Stop caring.

“These wounds are never healing. My soul is always bleeding. But I don’t think I know how to breathe.”