Just A Thought

I sit and gaze in wonderment as this life floats by dramatically
I stand in awe of the human spirit that ceaselessly meanders along through trials
I ogle the gaping wounds of the human heart.
The red rive flowing from its vortex so damaged, yet so pure.
I ache at the loss of my next-to-nothing of existence
Yet I love at the prospect of it being a sign that
I am alive.


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