Life Starts Without Us

The thing about nightmares is that we all have them, but not all of us are dumb enough to invite them in and ask them to sit down to dinner.

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What if our bones are just pens, and we’re all walking around this earth trying to write the story of ourselves onto its pages?

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Some Days…

Perhaps we are born with clear eyes and over the years our vision fades because we see too many things.

Maybe there is only a certain amount we can take in before it starts taking us with it.

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My heart won’t admit it, but it is a waterfall stuck inside a leaky faucet. Plenty of content, but never particularly good at coming out rationally.

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