Some call these thoughts simple musings. Simple, harmless musings that will not disrupt any flow, any motion of this world.
But in this time where the freedom to express oneself is suppressed, are these musings considered a revolutionary act?
In this time where the people are blinded by money-making, will these musings lead them down the path of finding true happiness?
In this time where the world is enshrouded by a diaphanous veil of gloom and dread, can these musings act as the sole lantern that thwarts the legions of darkness?
Perhaps not.
Perhaps they are just musings after all.
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Musings
Short StoryGive me a pen and a piece of paper, and I'll pour out my thoughts, my feelings, my mind and my heart. #252 in Short Story, 6th April 15
