sometimes, we wonder. both the coward and mm, who is forever here.
always.
we wonder what's to become of it.
and i know i'm deviating from the path of impersonal.
fuckit.
weather. sky. and if i havent laid it on you before:
caelum non animum mutat. sed caelum mutat.
the sky not the soul changes. but the sky changes.
my epitaph.
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