I was never much of a believer in the supernatural, but a part of me always knew that I was meant for much more than mundanity. Mundanity mechanizes the creation and destruction of normalcy, leaving only the deviation and bones of the repetition. It seems the world has a bad taste for divergence.
I wonder if I would have lived my life differently if I had known that it never really ends. Or if I would have still followed deadlines so religiously if I knew that the universe didn't function on this enigmatic figment of human creation. If I knew that time was cyclical, not linear. I wonder if I would have still had the will to dream if I knew that dreams are just recycled pieces of memories no longer serving a purpose. That they become the brush that clouds the purposeful and refined mind, a mind that fuels itself on inhibition and self doubt. The mind is a forest that simultaneously creates and destroys; the detritus nourishes the soil that brings about growth.
I can't pay mind to my failings of the past. It doesn't matter. Now my eyes are open.
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Beyond the Veil
RomanceIn the small and mysterious town of Darkwater Creek, Sera, an independent and introspective college student, begins to uncover the dark secrets of the town in which she grew up. She crosses paths with an enigmatic man named Saul who's life is endles...
