Iām the worst writer ever. There, I said it before the billions ever could, but now you will all have to think of something else to say, yet all else will be a complement for the worst has already been said, by me.
I must question, for if not, how can I evolve?
Plan did I, perhaps too much, yet if not, how can one see where one is heading?
If it is destined to be so, then it shall be.
I will be what I ought to be for if not, who am I?
I have fallen in love with The Cosmos and all the possibilities it does hold.