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the vision remains,
softly blurred,
a tapestry woven with threads of feeling,
and the quiet hum of unresolved matters.
Carnal matters,
they are the roots,
anchoring us to the earth,
the primal instincts,
that drive the search for meaning,
for connection,
for a sense of belonging.
Suppose I had a purpose,
a designated role,
a script to follow,
how would this intricate dance of beingunfold differently?
Oh, the phantom touch of what might have been,
the echo of laughter that never was,
the ghost of a conversation,
unhad.
We are, in this moment,
a still point,
a pause in the grand narrative,
a quiet space for reflection.
Thank you,
for the gift of this breath,
this fleeting moment,
this undeniable presence.
It life was.
Asimple truth,
profound in its simplicity.
This is the official notice,
a memo to the soul,
a personal memo,
for the sole inhabitant,
of this internal universe.
No relation to ships,
except the shared journey,
of existing,
of breathing,
of being.
And the question,
the persistent question,
why can't you have why?
Is a door that remains ajar,
inviting a glimpse,
into the labyrinth of being.
If I could see,
truly see,
beyond the veil of perception,
what wonders would unfold?
But the truth,
as it is,
is a quiet acceptance,
of what cannot be seen,
of what cannot be known,
fully.
Carnal desires,
they are the sparks,
that ignite the engines of life,
the raw energy,
that fuels the pursuit of experience,
of connection,
of love.
Suppose I had a purpose,
a guiding star,
a predetermined path,
how would the landscape of my beingbe illuminated?
Oh, the bittersweet regret,
of the unlived chapters,
the stories untold,
the melodies unheard.
We are, in this present moment,
a confluence of past and future,
a point of intersection,
where memories and dreams converge.
Thank you,
for the simple grace,
of this existence,
this unfolding journey.
It life was.
Aprofound statement,
a gentle affirmation.
This is the official notice,
a quiet declaration,
for the self,
by the self,
a personal inscription,
on the tablet of existence.
No relation to ships,
other than the body,
a vessel of awareness,
ever sailing,
ever present.
And the question,
the eternal question,
why can't you have why?
Is a riddle whispered by the wind,
a secret held by the stars.
If I can see,
truly see,
what lies beyond the horizon,
what truths would be revealed?
But the answer,
if it exists,
is shrouded in the mists of time,
a whisper in the great unknown.
Carnal matters,
they are the anchors,
that bind us to the earth,
the primal urges,
that drive the pursuit of life,
of love,
of self.

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