“I am me.
I am a promise made and kept.
I am a being of beauty.
I am lace and fine satin.
I am Jell-O and custard.
I am hope and love and dreams and aspirations.
I am joy and sometimes hurt.
I am a cacophony of noise. A reveller. Sometimes the rambunctious rebel without a cause.
I am a riot of colours. Bright orange. Scarlet red. Baby pink. Bottle green. Sunshine yellow. Moonshine purple. Ashes of roses.
I give love unconditionally to a world that doesn’t want it anyway.
I fear, yet I trust.
I give you heartaches, yet I make your day.
I am the future, but only if you let me live in the present.
I am a child.
I am me…"
Pas a Pas se va luènh
Congregate at this juncture, seekers of knowledge. All is received and divulged through the lexis of insight, deception, succor, and ordeal. Advance now in the quest of your own ends, perpetually sentient that those you encounter have ends of their own.
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