--and its typist.
Nearly all my hobbies, drown me into mental exhaustion.
Though, the other part of me says that I am just lazy.
But, what is the stigma that we -- as humans -- feel the need
to begin anew, from the new year, that is.
Motivated for a week to having one slip on the road
that led to disaster. And so we cried again.
In those foreshadowed tears I dragged my time capsule,
my silly box of dreams,
straight to the typist's doorstep.
The only one I could turn to
to protect my dreams.
It really is the curiosity of this cat
that continues to question everything;
as she was taught by another loving kitten.
Tis a matter by defacto that questions
will never be fully answered.
Day by day, in a single snap.
Like the dollhouse they called
'in a nutshell",
Often, all we can do, is
search for clues in our memories.
So I hope you are ready
to relive a memory with me
For it is only for those
who wish to stay.
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