I ask myself: "What do you search for?"
To which my mind states: "Tranquility, Passion, Romance."
Therein, I pondered loudly: "What drives you forward?"
To which my heart beats: "Finding someone to share your purpose with."
Soon after, I delegated the question of: "Where will it all end?"
To which my soul whispered: "In the grave."
Sobering and morbid as the answers I received would be, I pondered them as any sage would his being. I sat there face in palms enjoying the sounds of the tesla coil in the background. The cat meowed his contempt at his food bowl being empty and I stared at the canister of compressed air considering why people would purposefully sniff it.
I suppose it's my ability to bounce on tangents that infuriates people the most. But then I ask them. Why should I have to follow what you wish?
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