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  • There is a certain........emptiness,
    neither good nor bad,
    a limbo in which time does not exist.
    I wake, go through the motions,
    of the day.....perhaps
    my mind refuses to acknowledge time.

    The inescapable conclusion of us all. Time.
    Words and deeds cannot fill the emptiness
    the infinite expanses between us. Perhaps
    the heart is much too fragile to accept the bad,
    so we continue out of habit, routine motions,
    the familiar places where our souls exist.

    We cannot live merely to exist.
    Passions flair, emotions rise, and time
    will not allow us to remain in stasis. Motion
    is our natural condition. From life to emptiness
    goes against our spirit. So we forget the bad
    in favor of the hope of something more. Perhaps

    we reach for new horizons, perhaps
    we reconcile with the past, find a way to exist
    where promises of something yet unseen overshadow bad.
    Within our barren souls we know that time
    consumes us. And while we live, we seek to fill the emptiness
    creating temporary havens, repeating motions

    as if they carried meaning, allowing base emotions
    to drive us; frenzied, meaningless creatures. Perhaps
    our need to fill this emptiness
    is not divine, but driven by this longing to exist,
    to somehow find a way to conquer time,
    to cure the sorrow, stem the bad.

    Yet we realize there is not good or bad,
    but what we make, our actions set in motion
    all we see before us. In time,
    we will learn what we must to exist
    and fill this emptiness.

    Until then, emptiness exists. Perhaps
    the bad emotions are immune to time.

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