Forever wound, our lives are like a traveling 180 degree wheel full of spokes.
Forever connected, we live interdependently to one another.
Yet, in a reversely of time we may find ourselves lacking. To you, to me, to them all.
One can never truly tell which direction we shall go.
For our eyes our beautiful works of art. Containing the secrets of the Universe and the stars beyond.
Like a void of knowledge we shine through them, or allow them to become cloudy.
We all live in dream that seems to end. So what is the point?
There seems to be none, only to live. Truly and without doubt. Live.
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