Allow me to dazzle you with a showcase spectacle, a voyage far from the comfortable security of your living room or office. You have already embarked, even though I have not been granted permission.
Overcome, center, almost daunted, here I go quiet. Dear reader, how can you read without seeing the spaces? What is this gap between the words, after, before, always there, yet never noticed? Can we ever presume to be able to comprehend it? Ought we ever even attempt? This is where I am lost. To find me you must search here. I cannot even find myself, outside of action. I seem to be losing myself to inaction, seeking to be found, reached, touched. I don't mean touched as you think you touch me, not seeing who you think you're touching, I mean me, and really touched. Enjoy thinking you're helping me, touching me...that can touch me, but touches more what you know not, what of which I myself am not even aware. To find me, A conquest! A labyrinth.
You, I see, Although you can't see I see. Here I am. I must be self-motivated. I want a swimming pool and a majestic garden: both formal and informal. Two jobs, or three. All three pay; I can't value either more, even though more beneficial. In the end, another false blog, just exciting another pathway.
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