No.
It’s more than a number.
Each an etching of the soul –
Poured onto digital canvases.
Pieces of myself,
To eternalize thought processes.
Entombing a psyche,
Or the ruminations within.
Welcome to my sarcophagus,
Perhaps.
A fleeting epitaph,
Of some poor bastard –
Doomed to poetry,
& philosophy.
On Setting Goals.
