Some Sort Of Wisdom For Myself

What is the truth? Well, truth is; I don’t know.

Could you ever stare amongst a crowd of people at that one awaited goal that sits in the sidelines of your life waiting for you to grow up all ready? Waiting for you to move on and stop being a child?


Have you ever held the red string of fate that is your life for several moments of your unknown existence to see if, just maybe, you can catch a glimpse of what you should be?


The vibrations of this evanescence, of a life so intoxicating that some strive to get the hell out, but honestly, can we really?


So truthfully, between you and I, do you know what truth is?

Quite possibly.

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