A lifetime of time
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I search for who I am; painstaking and real. Like searching for a grain of sand in a desert so vast. I strive to achieve that which cannot be seen; a raindrop in a lake of raindrops. Chaos and insanity; powerlessness beyond my control. Searching for that snowflake in the storm that never ends. And yet, my storm is abating. If my life was an avalanche, it was destroying and killing everything in its path. All things that were beautiful...all things that were real. But the avalanche must end. Now I spend time searching for the pieces of my life that were lost; Putting them in a puzzle that may never be finished. But many pieces don't fit and in time many new pieces must be created. Time... That which we have so much of and yet so very little. Time is precious...priceless. Time is of the essence and I've got time. An entire new lifetime of time.
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