"What are our lives but stories told to us?—continually astonishing us, continually revising themselves.” - Joyce Carol Oates
when does inspiration ever strike
when does beauty overwhelm
and when does life realize the way it is planned
a seed planted, a similar fruition—
then, like an unexpected storm
the face of a planet changes
an entire world, altered
but you’re still you
something you thought was a part of you is gone,
transmogrified
still there
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