Flock to the clouds with wings outstretched wide feeding the hunger for exposition is a frequent tool used to calculate, make metaphor, and contemplate which aids one with self discovery being the absolution of all things positive against the negativity that is conspiring all around goes the circle, participation appreciated without which a spiral begins to form and foundation this concrete is still wet,
so press your hands into its malleable surface will dry soon with patience for understanding concluding and coinciding to the elemental eclipse blocked out by reason for living rather than dying out extinct to the past of a present collapse soaked by looming woven fictitious events which can be laid to rest in a bed of solemn thoughts and transgressions become illusive in times of joy and non-existent when those memories can be washed over, cleansed, and referred to a medical professional who watches carefully over the subject with pen and paper on documenting the expressed emotive states which separate friends from family and distance in miles becomes distance is memories all those souls extinguished by fresh new land of beginnings far away from that facade called “home” breaching the horizon for new experiences as a force of expulsion, change, evolution, all things grow all things grow, welcome to the door of possibilities, cusp this handle with careful what you wish fortunately the severance pay with leave me to a world of pass and fail to acknowledge the current situation becomes a pleasantry where formal behavior is noted with the boarder of growth in this garden we once worked so hard on and now its being watered, treated, and cared for.
I can do this on my own but with your hand in mine why bother.
so press your hands into its malleable surface will dry soon with patience for understanding concluding and coinciding to the elemental eclipse blocked out by reason for living rather than dying out extinct to the past of a present collapse soaked by looming woven fictitious events which can be laid to rest in a bed of solemn thoughts and transgressions become illusive in times of joy and non-existent when those memories can be washed over, cleansed, and referred to a medical professional who watches carefully over the subject with pen and paper on documenting the expressed emotive states which separate friends from family and distance in miles becomes distance is memories all those souls extinguished by fresh new land of beginnings far away from that facade called “home” breaching the horizon for new experiences as a force of expulsion, change, evolution, all things grow all things grow, welcome to the door of possibilities, cusp this handle with careful what you wish fortunately the severance pay with leave me to a world of pass and fail to acknowledge the current situation becomes a pleasantry where formal behavior is noted with the boarder of growth in this garden we once worked so hard on and now its being watered, treated, and cared for.
I can do this on my own but with your hand in mine why bother.
1 comment:
why bother to do anything, i suppose?
but if its an unhealthy burden of sorts than that bother will become a weight.
unless used otherwise.
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