I wonder how many story lines, one can come up with in a day? I pray tonight under the moon in this field of nothing is real and I find myself quite content. Just when you think your destiny has passed you by; all of a sudden you find yourself catching up to it. Can one really catch up to their destiny if it has passed them by?
Is there such thing as destiny?
Well these are my fields, and I am now the one writing these fairy tales of make believe.
In these world of make believe I and I alone get to choose the words. Are these words chosen carefully or are they thrown about casually?
Either way does it matter?
Can someone find meaning in this nonsense when in reality their is no meaning at all?
I wonder.
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