Alone.
Alone
in the
immeasurable.
What
if we’re
alone?
Infinite
time.
Infinite
space.
Lost
in the
forevermore.
Just
us.
In the
void.
Personal
existences
in the
boundless.
Always
was.
Always
will be.
Personal
time and
space.
Time
In a
bubble.
Remarkable.
Purpose?
Any?
Bubbled up
from
nothing?
Settling
back to
nothing?
Point.
What a
concept.
Point.
Any point?
Random
chance?
Designed?
Boggles
the mind
either way.
Just
being.
Nothing
more.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2024 14:50
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Comments1
Point only one dimention, line two, figure three forever endless but what of before is that endless too? If so not only an infinate circle but sphere. Loved the read.
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