We are creators

ꪖᠻᠻⅈ𝕣ꪑꪖ𝕥ⅈꪮꪀ:

“𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖; 𝕀 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤.”

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Sonnet

In the end, life is like a sonnet

Full of rythme and rhyme

Juxtapositions of silent sounds and screaming dumb men

Speaking mute words to deaf ears as blind men paint pictures of a future they see 

While illiterate scholars read prophecies of greatness and success to the poor as the rich laugh on in their depression 

Because, although money cannot buy happiness, it can buy the things that bring it. 

Life is like poetry, structured or free flowing, expressive or spiritual, it too comes to an end and is afterwards summarised for readers who can relate

Or for critics to pick out your mistakes.

“Does anyone else feel like they don’t want to live in such an awful, painful world? I love life but how can I be a part of annoying people?”

Well, the answer to that is simple… but you might not like it.

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