enjoy my ever-changing existence through this wondrous world of words
it is frustrating, to know and be so little when truth lies before you, just out of reach. why must we cloud ourselves so? is this all we are? doomed to see potential but always end up short, to always be blinded to something for our own faults, to see reality in the tiny bubble we perceive? feedback is welcome.
Written By: Flowing Ink
December 23, 2020