Thoughts and Emotions

What would this world look like with mindless people. Aimlessly floating about?  No opinions. Emotions. Means of living.  Creatures merely of survival. Nothing more. Nothing less.  Hearts beating for no real purpose. After all what do we become with nothing but our beating hearts? Beating only to survive. Beating only to fulfill unspoken and unthought meaning.  Searching for some other purpose aside from just beating. Beating. Beating. Seeking something. Anything. To cling onto. Warmth. Love. Anger. Sadness. Yet there is only. Beating. Is that all life really is? Just beating. Beating. Beating. 


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