The world is an interesting place.
People make it interesting to be alive. We are what makes the world go round.
Just the other day, I watched a child share a cookie with an old man she saw sitting on a bench.
I once watched and was happy to take witness, as a young man and a young woman sat in a coffee shop and discussed fighting for their relationship, remembering how much they still love each other.
The world truly is a very interesting place to be.
A stranger found me, sitting alone at a table and offered his company to me. The conversation that began was extraordinary, as we laughed and debated over the reason, why we choose to live.
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Clinomania
PoetryA collection of poems and essays. Thoughts and passages about life and the human things we all do in our lives. All of the indescribable feelings we all possess.
