"So many of them are lost," he said.
"So many just going about the motions, wasting the gifts you gave them."
Her attention broke from the walking and hurrying projections existing before her to meet his eye.
"In every universe, every time, many do," she said now, flipping through projections of earlier times.
"Are you not inclined to believe this is their way?
"I think even one of your most prized beings need redirection sometimes."
"Maybe."
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoesieBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
