It was the start; the beginning of the words. The outpour was sporadic but nevertheless the vision divine. Somewhere down the road they became the goal and the journey. And now here they speak..
I am a wanderer; who lives in many minds, many lands, many spaces. I am the beginning and the end; am all and am nothing. No I am not god, just someone who loves words, silences and contradictions.
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