Finging My Forever

Everytime I opened that letter I read those repeated words Scattered across the page without depth just emotionless How do I know it's not all fictious, invented and senseless? You do not have meaning; only knowledge of what society has defined The concepts of languaje in which we feed into to have that sensation When in reality nothing exist. So where does this character stand? Not next to me It can be that manipulating and deceiving knife on the counter Or it be that brush of wind waiting to elevate you to paradise Before writing it on this paper as a responce to that letter I am certain not to fall into its curse it has to be shown I guess that is the real treasure. I think we can make a decision love a little better or maybe the definition we can change do something more challenging for whatever until then it's whatever shit I'm still tryna find my forever