sometime life throws a theme
our way
too big to ignore
like family or loss or choices or nothingness
the ability to see one's kismet clearly
is given to none
yet we who can bear witness to life's
synchronicity
will find something there to make waking up
tomorrow
worth going to bed
even the past
is subject to interpretation
a book I just read:
some grafitti I just found:
a play I just saw:
EDMUND: The base shall to th' legitimate. I grow;
I prosper; Now gods, stand up for bastards!
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