My existence is based on the endless amount of life that I unknowingly, or at rare flashes of insight, knowingly clutch through space. It’s not here as we are told in “identity” of the parameters and categories that we file each other into, thus making each other lifeless puppets on a drab stage. We move through each other and see only, what we ourselves present, as that then is our purpose, to be a….And even then, if I present, as I am here, is it not the same? I can only hope that it’s viewed, not as you may see it, a categorized way of life, traveler, but as someone who has tried, for a time, to be free.
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