Written In Blood

What will come of this
Flowers, life and oblivion
If we are fortunate
Dreaming only within its own territory
is not enough, never was

Beyond parameters of
Imagination, mainly, because the
Possiblities reign endlessly
In the crimson void of symmetry
Destined for beyond

Published by Kevin J

I think I write to try to explain moments that I don't truly understand. That's why I have a tendency to be wordy. The closer I am to minimalism, the better off I am. I also do it to keep records of what I was thinking at certain periods of time, so some kind of footsteps are left showing me how I got here. Looking back, it seems inevitable that I am where I am now; couldn't have been anywhere else. I don't have any goals for the future, except for trying to enjoy it. I'm the opposite of most people I know; I no longer want to know what is coming up next. I just want to create the road and ride, or not create it and ride anyway.

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