you realized what you wanted to do was write. Not necessarily the sound of the future, not the sound of the past, a sound. 13 years ago, an idea started to bloom and you did everything you were supposed to do to avoid it and embrace it in other ways. I went through dark times and bright times. I shifted blame and the blood edge of the knife and the adventures and the lens.
I switched who could be the protagonist and the anti. I prayed on it and asked for direction and gave up my soul to whomever could be and believed in math and science, chance and luck. I gave up and forgot and danced like a rhinoceros in the breeze until I couldn't.
And I realized I have a passion for creation. All paths lead that way, by fire, by ice, by leaf, by wind, by void, moon & sol, stations & interstellar sea.
you realize I have the misfortune to live at an insterstellar gate-
counting droplets of blood in zero gravity.
I switched who could be the protagonist and the anti. I prayed on it and asked for direction and gave up my soul to whomever could be and believed in math and science, chance and luck. I gave up and forgot and danced like a rhinoceros in the breeze until I couldn't.
And I realized I have a passion for creation. All paths lead that way, by fire, by ice, by leaf, by wind, by void, moon & sol, stations & interstellar sea.
you realize I have the misfortune to live at an insterstellar gate-
counting droplets of blood in zero gravity.
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