prose//non-fiction
This is an interior monologue which sometimes can be inaccurate as my monologue can contain dialogue. Sometimes I know who is speaking, be it myself or through the vessel of a fictional character, other times I cannot decipher the origin. But I am currently battling a ceaseless war with myself, seeking answers and questions and getting answers for questions I have never asked, or getting even more questions when the answers have been revealed. I am a romantic and a global skeptic and I am thinking an incredible amount. So I will pour it out here, lay out my body and examine and excavate every crevasse and every crack until I see where the damage began, i will go back in time like Hawking to see the events of how my own universe of existence came to be.
I most definitely will never have the entire truth of it either.
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Poetry or Prose, I Suppose
PoesíaThis is neither fact nor fiction. It is in the realm of my mind, the planes in which are not held accountable for reason or articulation. It is a wild landscape and I need to map it out in the way I know best-writing. So wether it is an unfiltered v...
