Hi
Love. Often a day is a mixture—of joys and pains, sights and affections; to
possess this feeling, as if to do more, this thing of edification. Our interior
life—drives us into planets, where we treat as treated within: those slight
irritations, the gnawing impatience, that unconditional love; for self is a
locomotive, writhing through exospheres, even a spacecraft. We follow patterns,
as to grow in nature, to realize our triumphs. Often we know not, but then the
morning rises, and we find ourselves participating. It’s hard to redeem us—this
warfare friction, appeasing what doesn’t appease; where patience fades, as one
becomes jaded, to yearn for adulthood; but the grains are wild, the furies are
plural, the roles are meant for sages; to have one dream, as to chase a running
shadow, to pause and regroup. It shouldn’t be real—this constant application,
as to arrive in fragments. Its grand to have it—this dream of dreams, to
conquer in portions; so grip and grab, and shine and live, as one centered in a
dream; where the parts are plural, a dream within a dream, as for all to
connect into a system. We challenge the word can’t, and question the word don’t,
as we soar after secrets; if only to live, if only to aid, if only to feel; for
things are empty, in a world that’s longing—for that something impermanent. It shouldn’t be real, where
we grow and wane, and forever searching; to rise in fragments, as two pushing
towards life, as forever in flux; where this is nuance, as to invest a soul, as
opposed to tiptoeing. There’s a deep secret: we give that something to receive,
as opposed to waiting until we feel worthless; but life’s adventure, fraught
with trials, as to elevate conscienceness; and life is love, an intricate maze,
where we rise to power. It shouldn’t be real—where we abandon self, as one
chasing mirages; to love so loosely, and die so freely, to live a repeated
cycle; whereat, is torture, a wish for doing it rightly, as to reap the
friendships; as reputation is law, to see it soar, and feel for loved; so plan
and fly, and fly and dive, as to swoop upon your dream.
