I want to begin these postings with words written by my previous self, of around 17 years of age, as I find them today:
My thoughts remain boundless as to where imagination may soar These words are a tool by which I portray what it is I see and encounter
A moral agent within my being takes honor in the escape of reality to transcend thought to words
Yet only in magic does escape become to matters of fiction
I exist in that dimention of thin air where it is difficult to distinguish that which is escape from that which is reality
rather, it is essence to remember that they are both one
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