It's simply a misconception called love.
Where to begin
A had a desire, almost a need to express this in any way I could to the universe. Thank you for giving me the platform to share how I choose to live my next 47 years.
It's never the end, simply just a bend.
It seems no one has the time to stop and appreciate the world around them. We're always busy, always moving.
A poem about time.
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