to the complete death of self-doubt, fear, consternation, silence, and regret.
the city may be crumbling, the seas may be roiling, and the stars may be fading away into the dark bleak black of outer space, but you have the chance, right now, to make something of substance.
each moment a gift, each new conversation a positive charge to the soul, each whisper, each hug hello-goodbye, each i-love-you, each chat, each knowing silent shared bemused gaze.
these are my new gold brick, and i aim to build this house of creativity piece by piece.
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