Sol-rac

Philosophers think the unattainable reasons for our actions. The tangible purpose for existence, as feelings of love and hate float without excuses, without findings. Puzzled faces roam the streets of life, but philosophers think. We research the reasons behind the unexplainable, and we consume our existence trying to unfold the twisted mystery of life. Enthused by emotions controlling our every being, each function of our bodies, as thoughts change, and confusion depletes hell as it enters our hearts. What is right and wrong is being demolished by such feelings, what makes sense is insane, and what our purpose at once was, is not. Feelings evoked by the solitude of our hearts, the unfitting pleads of mercy to our God, as loneliness is viewed as a punishment, and life is not complete without our better half. So we fall in love, and we make love for only time seals this experience, unexplainable, mysterious, and contaminating experience that only begins in a second, ending in a lifetime.