As Old as the Future
We must look to the past for a newborn
A new and uncertain world. A place of limitless possibilities and infinite outcomes.
Every choice we make is a drop. Transforming into the ripples that feed the river of time.
Is fate in our hands? If so, is it still truly fate? Only the past knows the answer.
Destiny. We are connected to the letter but still understand its spirit. The deeper we travel the brighter the answer.
We are all imbued with incredible abilities. Yet we never cease being children, staggering in the dark, seeking guidance. Perhaps it is our dread of the unknown that keeps us stumbling.
The long ahead should be our companion, not our adversary. For only a prophet should fear the future.
About the Creator
David Fournier
I am a writer, poet and performance artist. My whole life I have loved the beauty of words, whether I'm writing them into a narrative or using them to make silly voices. I am poised to publish my first book and kids series.
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