This is Poetry
I am living a two key existence right now. One key for my vehicle and one key for my front door. I have no other keys. I cannot remember the last time my keychain was so barren. I find myself in a constant state of letting go. One day I will no longer have photos. One day I will no longer have a memory. One day I will disappear into essence. But today I have two keys. One key is for movement and the other for stillness. In motion I roam the universe with a profound hope for humanity. At rest I am the consequence of my faith.
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