Who am I?
Who are you?
A bunch of neurons, held together
Moving through a mysterious universe.
Time crawls, runs, flies.
We ride the waves of routine,
of possibility
of uncertainty,
in this pursuit of happiness.
In this centennial journey,
we weave our souls with others,
hoping to make life long connections,
to love and be loved,
that is, after all, the purpose of human existence.
Thoughts,
Spiraling in our heads,
Forming intersections and helixes;
the good, the bad, the ugly.
Then bumps in the road,
hurdles created to test our strength,
to test our humanity.
We keep going though.
Developing, learning,
an inevitable metamorphosis.
A life of fulfilment; the goal,
a deathbed without regrets to taint the sheets,
a beautiful legacy,
the satisfacton that we did not do it perfectly,
but we did it well.
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Thanks babeđâ€â€
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A Beautiful piece đ
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Thank youđ
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Lovely write up my darlingđ
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Thanks babeâ€â€
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This is lovely â€ïž
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Thanks loveđ
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This is beautiful per usual. Hopefully we all âlay on our deathbeds with no regrets tainting the sheetsâ đđœ
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Thanks bđđ
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An inevitable metamorphosis. How accurate. This is beautiful Chizoba. Weldoneâ€ïž.
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Thank you, hunđ
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