March 2014

For What?

March 21, 2014

There was a time in my 20’s when each day seemed filled with endless possibilities. Where each moment built systematically upon the one before it. Orchestrating something which resembled music. A symphony upon which dreams were built. Choreographed by God himself? Now each day seems monotonous /┬ámonotonous / monotonous, windless, effortless doldrums. In which I […]

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