Just about all things are viable. But, everything is always messed up. The chaos and the scurry. Most days there isn’t enough time, and my life is flying by faster than a point 8 hurricane, most days. Everything’s flying except the chaos, the hardship, and the darkness that needles every inch of my soul. Time, is it viable? Or, is it psychological? After all, time is a dimension.
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