why I do the things I do
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Life. Love. Literature. Whedon.
“Mystery” 2.31am, 4th April 2004, Seremban
I am but a conundrum
Unsolved, unfathomable
A living enigma searching for a solution
Anticipating a resolution
That is nowhere in sight
So here I stand awaiting a patient traveler
Who will stop and take the time to comprehend
To absorb me into his veins
And spit out the answer to my heart
To my soul
And maybe to his too
Enough to make him stay
Or take me with him
To his destination
To a destiny
And maybe
Just maybe
We could build another mystery.
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