A collection of evergrowing, ever changing poetry. Meant to invoke ideas, emotion, and memories. Some funny, some very dark. Some love, and some lies. The branches of our minds are growing outward. How can we hear the voices of all people when we cannot even hear our own. We are all of nothing, and that which lies between.
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As complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars.
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
-Edgar Allen Poe