Who? Why? How? When? The questions we have - all unanswered. The reasons we keep - all irrational. The seasons we sleep - without rest. A complete stranger, you and I. Yet, we are part of one. Part of life, part of a beginning, part of an end. Love, words, peace. For you, and me, aplenty.
Let me write, without question, without reason, without season...
P.S.: Writing is not just expressions of thoughts and emotions, it also bridges the distance between people. Then again, perhaps, it doesn't need to be anything else.
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