(Genre: Creative Writing (I would guess?))
Do the forces of more powerful judgment come from a similar emotional and physically considerate social and geographic environment?
Which books were most accurately translated and passed down that’ll truly elevate my spirit out of a force of hopeless discouraging laziness?
Who wishes to claim to totally “understand” the causes and effects of my past experiences?
Who wants to act as to “know” the underlying obliviousness that manifested as imperfect choice and/or decision making of who he/she/they was never there for enough?
Who still believes to “know” the one and final set of stories that’ll infinitely imply all else that others “must” come to “know”?
As I proceed,
What will I ever truly “know”?
And to try typing from a perspective that believes there’s infinitely outer circles of the most narrowed points of view,
I’d say the answer is that I have;
No idea..
Zach Dana Writing 