On the Absurd

There is much to be said on the matter of purpose and the absurd, and I am likely more apt to explain it better in different terms one day, but I think this suffices for now.There came a time where I wondered what my purpose was. What the world is, who i am, what even …

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Dont worry my son the sand will fill all the holes,And you'll build a house atop of which that you'll call a home.The walls they will creak,And the halls will grow mold,Outside the columns of red may fade and peel like an apple skin,But her laugh will bring color that you'd lost years ago,And in …

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