ALL STORIES HAVE AN END

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All stories have an end.

This is mine.

I live behind this door.

No one visits.

As footsteps draw near,

I look out the peephole.

I never answer the bell.

I slink away into my dungeon

of lost hopes and dreams.

Neighbors stay away.

Family doesn’t care.

Would you?

CALL MY NAME

 

I walk alone in the cold night.

On roads cleared but deserted.

No one calls my name to stop.

No one cares to see who I am.

I walk alone every night.

Hoping to find the one for me.

Hoping someone calls my name.

And cares enough to stop.

 

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A CONUNDRUM

The chicken or the egg.

Which came first?

What a conundrum.

Who knows?

Or who even cares?

Each one leads to a miracle.

A miracle of nature.

Where did nature come from?

Who knows?

Or who even cares?

It exists.

It’s beautiful.

And we should enjoy it.