I feel infinite.
I feel infinite.
I feel infinite.
The world is infinite,
the stars are endless,
the mysteries are always sought,
life is an repeating circle,
and I feel infinite.
But these are only words,
and I could go on,
but I don't
because infinity is something,
that words cannot describe.
Because infinite would never end,
and our lives and words are too short for that.
So I won't,
because to have an infinite life,
would be infinite amounts of
...
Worlds,
Stars,
Mysteries,
and
mixed confusions,
mixed lives,
tangled stories.
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Little Things in Life
De Todo"I hate a Roman named Status Quo!" - Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
