Majesty.
We create.
As an incredible tribute act.
A reflection.
A deep, undeniable desire to make something.
Build. Grow. Evolve...
Is it a fair comparison...
or an impossible, vain pursuit.
Or could it be something more?
An internal motor that gives us the purpose we seek...
Yours faithfully,
Qavah
Her. Elusive and unkind. I get frustrated and scared… Of the time it takes. And the hope it wastes. Why can’t I be free? Of this desire...
You foolish temptress. You consider me a base fool… Capable of nothing more than simple mediocrity. You spend countless hours trying to...
Sustain. I push and I strive till I have nothing left in me. But this spark that enables me. Empowers me. Renews my internal charge…...
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