It seems the trigger
was time;
and how I could not see,
nor feel,
nor realize
what lay by me,
I shall regret.
But the trigger is not the end
and it isn’t the beginning;
it is the discovery of an existing existence.
It is the journey in an adventure.
It is this life to an old soul.
What lies before,
we cannot return to.
What lies ahead,
we cannot foretell.
But what lies before me,
was the trigger I pulled,
and the outcome it heralded.
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Why does the new year bring to light such horrible truths?
Pull the trigger says my heart, don’t says my brain. And my soul cares not, for I am one life in a million that was and will be.