6 years later

there was an ancient who spoke of magic. there exist many chairs, universally, all fitting into a form, a concept of what it means to be a chair. this works. all chairs fulfill the same functionality, allowing space  on long days to rest and think. this is a simple explanation of life. everything can be put into two groups: what it is and what it isn't.

there exist, still, the search for a point at which all the choices I made were wrong. this is not a chair. there is no room to sit, no space for thought. this is agony. after all completion there is still the thought of remorse, no...love. time moves forward only, not as matters of love.

the highest quality of matters of time are their ability to continue.
the highest quality of matters of love are their ability to continue.



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