I've stood at the edge of reality, and i've seen the myself fall.

A wonderful sight, perhaps, but also frightening. Inviting. Joyful.

I've seen myself holding my soul at the tip of my fingers, my form melts away at the memory.


What purpose do I have in a world that lives to die?

Don't ask for purpose when living, don't wonder 'why' when living, don't regret when living...
Instead, value, understand, live.

Words here are useless it does not matter.
Becasue I live, I breathe, when I fall, I stand up.

Why?

Because I have to.

It's not my purpose, but it's because I have to... That's why I choose to do so.

Why?

Because that is me.

Who am I?

Ask yourself that question, then tell me if you have the answer, as far as I know, no one has the true answer,
they just know who they are becaue that's who they are.