“IF THE SUN COULD WRITE, IT WOULD BE A TREE”-B.M. MONGE
Writing feels like drifting in space, staring at a vast universe of nothing but knowing there are infinite worlds to explore. You stare down at your space shoes as they float without reason. Below them, an intimidating abyss stretches it’s depth without an end. Looking forward, you search for a beacon of understanding, yet there’s […]
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