I write myself down,
and then I dissect it,
peeling away parts of me.
Therefore, I am
forever unfinished.
KLJ
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KLJ (Pseudonym) (
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Clever, short, logical but somehow unfinished
Nicely thought out write, enjoyed the read
Thank you!
You are very welcome Kayla
Indeed, our life is unfinished by the time we reach our last day. There is so much to do, with so little time remaining, not to mention that the end can turn up at any moment...
indeed, our time is limited! So beautifully fragile!
Excellent write
Thank you!
You're welcome
This is a true metaphor... I like your take on this aspect of life...
Thank you!
one always finds layers under layers - so the finishing touch is indeed far away
good point
Agreed! Thank you!
you are welcome.
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