Invisible lines crossed without fanfare,
another episode of my life is over.
Chapters, artificial constructs in my head without clear beginnings.
I have no idea when I started this path.
Milestones, just part of the imagination.
Passing them only adding trivia about my life. I feel no different.
No level up,
no sequel.
The results are intangible,
the narrative is vague.
There's no genre, rhyme or reason.
A cowboy/romance/sci fi/tradgedy/adventure/comedy/action epic without a title.
Changing all the time.
I finished my last ever uni assignment today. Plus the NaPoWriMo. Ending things is probably on my mind now.
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