******With the passings of time comes the bringings of another beginning...another past. Ago just left and the future is in motion, over & over we repeat the exact pointless nothing. Going about unaware to what matters most, being alive is becoming the forgotten ghost. Dreamworlds and reality blurr the lines of personality split, dismissing the leadings and trashing peices of the puzzle seeing the trouble in sight. This cannot be the reason...nor the problem.******
I go hour to hour and minute to minute, realization is what completes it. Breath following breath, movement following action. Our existance is unknown while death is the only truth clearly shown.....
A DELICATE FLOWER............SPROUT.
...................................GROW...then slowly rot....The environment is no different just confused with power and wicked plots.....involving evolving thoughts.....................
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