an inverted definition of destiny could be that no matter what you do, you find yourself stuck in the same corridor.
walls tightening in, pushing you to move forward, but still you end up walking in the same corridor.
there is no change, it is the same
this should constitute a sign of the mold, it should give out its properties, characteristics
some have a multipath mold, colorful, through which they experience most of things
others would be devoid of certain experiences
decades pass by and it remains the same
the only path that i could wonder through is the fictional, unreal…
a ghost passing by
into oblivion
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