Time

It ticks. It runs. Sometimes slow, often fast.

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In Which I Hope to Dig It Out

There is a truth I always seek it’s that which many never speak both on this side and that across trapped somewhere there amongst deceit But what’s out there’s a cruel place a moral wasteland full of hate though I may try to break the chain my self they will obliterate They’ll hide that truth … Continue reading In Which I Hope to Dig It Out

What’s so good about it?

I see everyone holding bags of goods Then I think: Why are they called "goods"? What makes them good? Is it the emotion? Because it makes them feel good? Is it the quality? Because the item is built good? Or is it something else? Is it something I do not see? This is how society … Continue reading What’s so good about it?