The world begs for remembrance. A child yearns for his cries to be heard. All the while we are continually moving along the paths that divide the course upon which we have set.
What causes us to move? Are we but images springing forth from the dirt to reap the designs of a greater being? Or are we greater than this?
What air fills our lungs? What thin image slithers into our bodies that provides the essential essence of life?
Without air, we cannot live.
Without words, we are dead.
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This blog was created to calm that unsettling thought in the back of my head that I wasn't achieving anything great in my life. I now take this easy to fill-in template under my arm to create yet another unoriginal space on the internet full of my useless and somewhat cumbersome banter. Enjoy...
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