i often wonder what these days will look like ten years from now. will i look back in contempt? or just laugh. will i have the long delicate fingers that i've always wanted, or will they still be short. what it must be like to think of these days long gone. to look back at the conversations- if any of them still exist in the mind, or maybe they just become a part of the self. i can recall yesterday decently- not much of it though. what will ten years do? will i remember falling asleep thinking to myself that if spirituality is your personal relationship, then does religion promote any personal growth? that they should be more like a pair of siamese twins rather than two separate people walking around a town- perhaps to bump into eachother, but more likely to never cross paths. an empty sort of life then, i suppose.
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