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What could ever be,
What would ever be,
Whatever it may be,
It doesn't matter to me!

There is no debate
Fantasizing is hard to hate
But the more that I indulge,
my sanity further engulfs,
What's happiness?
now it's desperation manifest

You are all I want you to be,
Let the what ifs just be,
We have our present to forever be
whatever we ever want to be!
Eyes open.
There
it is!
Stage
unfolds.
Passing
through,
from a
different
place.
Arrived.
New
iteration.
Past
fading.
Gone!
New­ stories,
understandings.
Different,
each
different.
Unconnected
o­ne from
the other.
New world.
Much to
learn.
One
to the
next the
spirits
flow.
Soul
journey.
Existence.
True
existence
unknowa­ble.
Little boxes
each.
Like
stepping
stones
coursing
an endless
voyage.
One
step at
a time.
Eternity.
a clear fall day
falling leaves
and it becomes color rain

a bright fall day
falling leaves
and becomes color snow

meeting or parting.
life has been a blur
existential september
chaos, come hither

ready to drown in the blues
that come with fall hues
because sadness is my muse

fearless in my doom
ready to thrive in my gloom
writing in my room
haikus to mark the end of summer
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