Writing With Intentional Purpose
Time doesn’t exist
If not for the rising and setting of the sun we wouldn’t know a day had passed
At night we sleep
Eyes closed
Our brain will run astray no longer held accountable for our to do list
Time never existed
Slow long steps going in one direction
Never stopping
Headed towards infinity
Traveling through words on a road called life, reading the map backwards, and still finding my purpose :-) <3 Follow me on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter @brwnsknswty View more posts
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I really like this one!
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I wrote it when I was home in NC. I had a lot of emotions that I couldn’t explain and wasn’t sleeping too good. This was the result of lack of sleep.
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