Chapter 11
The Girl Named Randomness2
I was walking through a door, an exit in which I don’t know where I came from, an entrance to somewhere I didn’t know. Life has opened such possibilities for me to make the known unknown. I would like these things, a norm of changes, a spiral of straights. I guess what my life has to offer is something filled with consistent ironies of similar things.3
It’s like I am breathing what I exhaled and live with it. How things that are way past the fantasy could be a reality? A finite everlasting of these events of my life have found me struck in a continuous circles and curves and consistencies. I was struck and yet I keep on walking, hoping on something I know that is surreal. I have heard the unvoiced proposal of my heart. Should things be like this forever?4
I wonder shall these be called a randomized way of things that are uniform?5
Tell me, please…6
Author notes
this one isn't finished yet, I wonder if I could write a multichapter story here...
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