every story ends in its own story. like I died before I born and now here I'm alone. I'm seeking for nothing because i can be everything.in this world every being is part of me .what i seen,listened, touched,loved,hated is past of me. I'm is past itself. as a mind I'm unexisted I living in thinking of what I can become. being means evolving and it's a process of becoming it's memory. as a being I'm living with death and what died is living in me as a self. when I see this world as myself I ended my story in now.


And
A story which ends itself
never begins again.

it's not death nor life it's
now the reality.

There is nothing in reality
and that is why it is reality.


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END.
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© IAM