What is it we see

when we think we see the future
what is it we actually see
is it hopes and dreams
is it hopes and fears
is it anything at all
or the random desperate connections
of an idea made flesh

What do I want out of this what will be good enough what what what?

Is that all this is?

Is this all I am?

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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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