One may say life is death.and death is life.
We walk through life like an empty vessel
Awaiting for some miraculous storm seeking avenges upon our souls
But what are souls?
I ponder..Souls... Might they be.the voices in our heads?
Motions that one feels while spinning?
Or is it the unknown chills that one
may receive without. apparent. reason???
I don't know for whatever it maybe. it to will. change. and never.
to return. the same.
Life is death.and death is life..
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