What if the circumstances of your life are not a conspiracy of punishment and pain?
What if this IS 'the plan'?
What if all the emptiness and lack are here to call forth the muse, to fill it?
What if the void exists for an orchestrated reason?
After all, The Universe abhors a vacuum..
Why has the question not shown itself before?
All this birthed from the echoes of beauty, witnessed in passing, burned into memory.
Perhaps the bird in the bush is worth two in the hand.
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