It is Said .....

It is said. It is said. It is said. Everything I know always comes from it is said. That's how my total perceptive ability is created. Then I try to tag along. Thus I wander off here and there, in and out, inert and emotive, give and steal, disregarded and set in motion.

It is said has no end, since there is a Reason, and the Reason is not me. Reason is no one. Duh, I admit defeat this far!

So just let what my heart says be memories. It is said that memories will eventually be gone themselves when they all satisfy each other, and drain each other, and hurt themselves with a diminishing comber. It is also said that I will be non extant when memories implode. It is said that I will remember nothing.

Duh, I am bewildered. Why do now I know?

It is said .....

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