Hurry
fury is merely my
fur, applauding,
standing for the
rage of the unknown.
every emotion is
a motion towards
the journey. the
spiral that works
inward, that falls
with each day we
stay. isn't it worth
it though? to feel so
real so long, & then
to experience, surpass,
& actualize. the secret
is there, for the
rest, i don't care, i
can't worry- i can't
fathom why anyone
should hurry.
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