A Purposeful Existence
As we venture through life, we are carried,
Like dandelion seeds,
Along a pleasantly warm breeze,
Without worry,
Without care,
Through an open meadow of eternally blissful peace,
And in this field,
All of Mankind lives,
As many,
As individuals,
As unique snowflakes in a crystalline landscape,
One among many, yet distinguishable from everyone else,
Even with but a speck of difference between them,
They all coexist in harmonious tranquility,
Without problems,
Without discrepancies,
Without exclusion,
They all exist,
Like clockwork,
Working together,
Moving each other forward,
And onward,
We are the ancient timekeepers,
The cogs of the Great Machine of Time.
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Some Things Never Change: A Book Dedicated to Absolutely Nothing At All
RandomA book dedicated to thoughts, poems, stories, questions, answers, recipes. All sorts of fuckery happening up in here. Also, ignore my very ambiguous and sarcastic title. I do have a very cynical and often bitter sense of humor. Anyways, there are st...
