Man.... Is this why the Earth Spins?
I've gotten to a point where sitting down and writing is like,
Second nature.
Writing to me,
Is very simple.
What is difficult now,
Is life.
And learning balance.
Yes this is prosaic, for a reason.
Because life isn't about the art.
Our life doesn't imitate art.
In fact,
It may be that
It imitates us.
Cyclically Spinning.
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