I am sure the world will keep spinning
regardless of the heart exposed
living in irony,
subjecting itself to its own critic.

We are a journey.
A fantastical journey
discovering our relation,
figuring out the purpose of being.
Go, find significance, knowing
you just may well be a figment of a higher beings great imagination.
A living person; thinking, talking, feeling, loving, engaging
others. Solitude is a saddened heart lost.

Poetry

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