I’m trying to understand my world. What does these words and images streaming from my mind even mean? Perhaps, if I randomly change the order of the narratives it will release the locks?
It seems life moves at two speeds; too quickly to be standing still and too slowly to be spending it alone. Will the dreams of a naive child, alone in his room building life with his imagination ever see those dreams come true?
Were the visions others had of him, were they foreshadowing his future or were they simply the last remaining pieces of their own unfulfilled dreams? So I journal my thoughts, so when I am gone there will be something left behind should anyone care to listen.
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Be Part Of The Narrative Contributor B.W.
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