Aimless Prose

How many is a hundred words? What does it look like? Where does it go? When does it stop? How does it feel? How does it sound? Does it resound? Does it abound? Will it be here when I come back? Or will it have moved on to better places and kinder spaces? If that is the case, I have much to learn and plenty from it to gain. For only fools are blind to their mistakes.