Like the seven continents, we slowly drifted away from each other as the world kept spinning. Perhaps due to the things underneath us, what we thought made us and held us up. The things that stayed under, and was never brought up because if they were, we would start our slow descent, or worse; cease to exist. So we tried our best to stay put and live our lives, but gravity is hardly a choice. Neither are the magnetic fields nor the heat rising form the core. But perhaps like the continents, we will become closer again as the world continues to spin.
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PoetryEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
