Questions

I wait
in the in between space
where you and I
don’t think that the answer is,
where you and I
imagine that there is a world
that doesn’t need answers,
so long as it never
runs out of new questions

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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