Harbinger of our doom, laced with enough joy to drown the wretched system contrived from the blood of our family.
These coming times are phenomena as they reach their meeting point. A journey set forth by every action and consequence. your soul converged to a way of life that you now find is misconception- now converting your every belief from the core drivers inside you.
I am but a sprinkle of dust.
A grain of sand quickly lost when I open my eyes fully to the deep sea. so small a feeling- to exist so destructively. To destroy what is home despite every burning attempt to thrive. hurtling through space, we find the moments to reflect.
who am I to this very moment?
every moment taken for granted feels like a direct hit.
The asteroid is here too soon, but ever onward will this journey go.
it's Friday, remember that and relax. frustration is a virtue in it's own way, begin to define the outline that becomes the irreplaceable you.

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