Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, July 24, 2025

Early morning thoughs..

 The world is perfect and amazing, 

people not so much. 


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To love is to live, 

or is it to live is to love?


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I don't cry at what happened 

but what has yet to happen.


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To think I learned all there is to know 

is to no longer live. 


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Everyday is one step closer to the inevitable, 

therefore it's good to know I have loved and

have been loved.. 


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