You have right now to create...
It’s a liminal fleeting second suspended inside infinitude.
This way, Life is a collection of minute efforts mightily made...
Shit kid, you are it.
The purity of you is what this world needs...
This is just a moment in time,
Strung to the next,
To the next,
To the next,
To the next,
Symphonies of texture, until...
No-more demands your silence.
Take it on,
You’ll be surprised to see,
The might you find in need.
............................................Make peace with ink.
I hope this finds you as well as well can be!
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