Languidly rising in early morning darkness, waiting for rays of sun to appear and warm my heart.
Hoping to find avenues of decisive moments to interject pious thoughts constantly, without any doubts entering my mind.
Waiting for visions to open up before me, giving signs to follow on my way out of life.
So far there haven't been any, I just sense feelings and knowings as I go my way, preparing for departure as I wantonly go ahead into scribbles of indecision, looking for more to go by as I walk forward.
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