Alone, feeling, sorrow, pain, trapping, grotesque visions of disbelief and uncertainties of what and is. Familiar task, embarking on journeys of unknown frontiers. WHAT, WHAT, IS, IS, MAY I BE. Understandings of universal architectures. The complexity of one cell beyond mortal disfigurement, what seems, is seems, to live. Everlasting songs of pasts unable to depart, Non remembrance, taking no shape. Searching. WHAT, WHAT, IS, IS, MAY I BE. Forgetting to cherish moments forever lost. New beginnings, opened doors, unable to do. WHAT, WHAT, IS WHAT, WHAT HELLO! WHAT, are these feelings for? IS, this it? Unremarkable mark able outpours of oneself. A distinction between two creatures capable of everything and nothing. An in vain trotting to eternal sleep then awakens to still be, because of incomprehensible surveys of forces. We are the creators, protruding from one only to animate nothing, making worse civilizations. Supplier of views. Darkness covered the land but a shadow still emerged, for it alone understands, death, will come to us all. I wish sooner for the world shall parish. NO GOOD, NO BAD, JUST. No more of this shall associations effect punitive damages for minds to control? I don’t understand. Alone, leaving human contacts, uninvited conversations, death, not really but birth, anew junction, a prevalent start. I’VE GOT A STORY FOR YOU TO LISTEN. SILENCE!
Reason for writing:
I believe it’s the reader’s responsibility to investigate what is before them and perceive their own assumptions of what is real to them as individuals.
Birth sign: Aries
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