RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Betrayed by the innocence of life, all have endured emptiness - loneliness - exile.
We were, each of us, brought into this world as unknowing beings.
Left here without a clue of our original homes.
Searching a lifetime for our meaning, we never are rewarded with finding it.
As we go through our daily lives, getting ever closer - we never get any closer to it's truth.
Dying from this life, we end up as unknowing beings - exactly the same way we all started out.
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