Today I chose to be a writer

Tomorrow I think I'll Be a Fisherman


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In A Nutshell

Existence Is luxurious and void noxious

Entangled together and witnessed

Such inspired forms do warble and coalesce

Mind is ever in-becoming

fragmentally, sequentially, infinitely

Seeking reasonable purpose

Spinning threads of ideas to loom reality

All while pining

For omniscient destiny.

Fear,

Is the noxiousness of existence.

Choice,

Is the luxury of void.