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Ill never know what these faces are all about.
See what my parents left downstream for me were
Only two senses,
My eyes and my faith are the portal to this
Plane and what I see is All and
All I feel is Nothing. I shout
Into the sky and theres no god nor alien to
Answer my cries why have I been dropped
In the sandbox with nothing but grain?
The sand has filled my brain.
The days go on and the view is beautiful but what
Is the origin? Questions are abundant. Are questions
The Origin?
Are all the actions in this plane rooted in thought?
Where does a thought begin?
Are actions thoughts or chaos?
Are thoughts chaos or order?
What the fuck am i thinking about?
I hate people who start every sentence with I.