longings born of the womb will blaze their fires across time, space, death – all else is doubtful – all else is pattern woven on the shifting sands of the heart – some deep rivulets, some ephemeral oases, most mere mirages in the sand.

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About nihilischic1387

I am someone in love with words and the power of language to affect your world view. Through my writing here, I seek to express my thoughts on a variety of subjects in the hope that it might move you a little, change you a little.
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