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I Am Smellin Like a Rose That Somebody Gave Me On My Birthday Deathbed

I spend a lot of time in my own head. Within, there lies an entire world. Throughout it all, I walk and wander. Searching for meanings in the smallest of things. Hunting clarifications on all that has come before. Trying to find truth through all the many twisted recollections.

It's a world complete with lush fields, organized cityscapes, and even barren wastelands. There are battlefields there. Places awash in indecision and anarchy. Where rage rules and commits many sins and atrocities. There are peaceful places, where love and kindness preside. There is wilderness. Places that challenge the soul and the heart to realize it's own insignificance. And within these places, I roam.

Every trip inside, brings me closer to the truths of myself. Closer to the meaning behind all that was ever me. Closer to the real answer to my only question....
Why do I exist ?

I stride through these many varied regions of my mind. Never knowing what I might find, or if I shall glean another piece of wisdom to carry forth with me. The only thing I know for sure, is that I must travel these spaces until the end comes for me and eventually claims me.

I fear no truth, and I fear not any tribulations I must endure to get to these truths. In the end of all things, the truth is all we ever leave behind. Evem liars only leave behind a truth that tells they have lied and are liars.

I choose to walk these paths no matter the outcome. No matter the truths that await me.

I pray the final tale will tell a worthwhile tale of a well intentioned and well meaning man. Though the truth is yet to be completely determined.

Someday my final answer will come to me. And as I sit there on my deathbed, I hope I find it pleasing.
And that is why you are a brilliant writer. Creator. Expressing of emotions. I don't think it boils down to one question. It is the journey they say. I just move forward kind of like a sailboat on deep, blue waters.

How's the little one? And his mother?
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Wow. This is some pretty profound thinking.

 
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