The End

The way I feel nowadays is that I have an answer to everything. Sometimes with certainty, sometimes with the most charismatic humbleness. As I'm writing this there's a question that surfaces my head. I guess the only way I can answer this is at the end of my days. What are cycles for? Are there just little accidents, carried by the power of love, whose only purpose is to help us grow? Or are there little sparks of the explosion of life, little reminiscences of a beautiful dream, the ones we long to come back for one more chance? I don't know. I guess we'll all find out at the same time. I don't know if I will even write about that.