White Noise

If we are destined,
white noise will be our peak

Meshing, or, melding, back together
The taste – more than we could meet

Horizons lay dormant for you and yours, and for this moment

We could be, more
than a quenched flame
found among memories

We could be eternal, only dreaming
of boundaries.
And One

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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