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Chlos Ebner Poem
like many people, i often struggle to find the very thing that gives my life purpose. the thing that sets me apart from others.
i don’t think i ever will find that thing because even though we all have our inherent differences, we are all essentially the same.
i believe we are all born with divine innocent souls with powerful minds, soon to be corrupted by the wicked ways of the world we live in.
but we all crave the same thing. since birth, we desperately cling to our mother, longing for love and attachment. when i think about it, this is what we spend our whole lives doing.
no matter how much we try to occupy ourselves with all sorts of things in our life to be happy, we miss the answer that has been in front of us all along.
whether it is familial love, platonic love, romantic love, or even self love, i believe this is the one thing we hopelessly need.
Copyright © Chlos Ebner | Year Posted 2025
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Chlos Ebner Poem
there’s something comforting about being up at night when nobody is awake…it’s just me, alone with my thoughts. sometimes it can be lonely, but liberation is what i would most describe it as.
in the morning when everybody wakes up, i am the girl who makes people smile and talks incessantly about my negligible interests to anyone who will listen.
i am the girl who tries to come up with captivating words to say to be a part of something or stay in the conversation.
but at night, i can finally rest. i am alienated from the rest of the world, and am alone with my soul. i am pondering over my purpose in life and the meaning of it all— and i am at peace.
-c.e.
Copyright © Chlos Ebner | Year Posted 2025
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