The Endless Present
Sometimes I pretend to be a writer. To provide some sort of deep emotion to the world whenever I write. The reality of it is this will all be gone within time. Memories, love, homes, people.... all of it will be gone. That I can care or think all I want about being a 'deep' soul but in the end it just does not matter.
I don't know what my purpose is with writing a blog. To create even a Tumblr again. I think I just want to be listened to. Knowing damn well no one is going to listen. So I guess it's going to be me, myself, and I on this electric journaling experience.
If there is anyone listening out there, do you feel the same? That time is so valuable but can't but to wonder why the world has made time so important? Anyone?
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