A train to nowhere; decides where we ought to be. The dawn and beginning of summer writes possible routes for which we may venture. It saddens me of the untimely need for us to go where we are suppose to be. What connection to the universe made this inevitable?
Oh woe is the short lifespan we have to endure being apart. Early hurts; may test the will of a mind. We all crave for something to believe in, to find meaning for everything to make sense. A dream; lets hope won't fade away; paints a pretty pic(fu)ture. Whatever God plans for me, by His almighty grace, it is exactly what I would stand for.
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