at one point in time one summer ago,
i remember thinking:
i could die right this second and be satisfied because i know everything there is to know about myself and the universe
and looking back now, i see how silly that is & i will never make such a statement again
you see, the beauty of life is in the processs
the blind faith
we are always walking in dark rooms with our hands feeling
my ability to grow is as unfathomably large as the galaxies we are a single grain of sand swirling amongst
i don't know what i'm doing
and that's the best part
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