This is my final life.
My final soul.
But maybe I will need to age a little more?
I could be wrong, from my counting skills
Have not always been the best..
But I do know now,
That I am old,
I am weary,
But I am wise
And self aware.
I must make this life my best
For it may be my last.
If I am one of the countless gifts sent from Life to be handed onto Death,
I will accept my fate with my ten fingers and two hands for I understand their forsaken romance. Their items are souls, for one, in essence, is the magical energy of fascination and affection all in one. These items, you see, are more than what one person could ever conjure in one lifetime. These items have lived, told stories, have faced tragedies and glories all together. These items are alive... Even in death.
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Historia CortaMix of works and ideas all collected in this one pile of continuous thoughts.