We
live unseen, spacing through realities, courted by feelings; this vague
enterprise, filled by emotions, as claimed through experience; to see this
moon, as reaching closely, in time to pass through; as born to souls, at warmth
with love, as challenged to see clearly. I felt this art, so young and bold, to
embarrass an entire family. I’m still chasing, as to see this voice, at turns a
locomotive; where ventures are soft, as commended by hearts, while seeking
freedoms. It took for years, to realize styles, this chaos performing orders:
this feeling of actions, while curved within, to analyze aloofly. If time is
gentle, our days shall flourish, to watch one catching up; this thing of minds,
as born through trainings—this hands on experience; to die with purpose, as
soon to awaken, this pyramid of activities: this vague address, as sipping
realities, while lacking in codifications; to see with thoughts, this sun as
living, to echo in time this fervent voice. I took for love, this thing of
minds, a series of misprints. It takes for days, as taking for months, this art
of decoding lives; this fantastic voyage, as filled with pains, while reaching
towards humanity. I remember skiing, as to pass a slope, where casualties
ensued; to love by number, this chase of fools, where a single second exploded
our love. It becomes easy, to flee—while reaching for safety—this turn of
traumas, as hearts implode, this residue casing a pattern; where life is gray,
as if for clarity, to have feelings dictating every action. I’m soon to learn,
while soaring through sights, to pause as to realize dominions: this space of
merging, as found intuition, as concentration heightens. I must exclaim, those
years of growth, fleeing through torments—to find this riddle, this heart as
waves, this brain as certain to flourish—while weeks are thoughtful, as friends
are looming, this miracle of inventions. I must insist, on this crucial fact,
this giving of light is essential: to mingle by graces, as searching for
passions, where arts form a feature. If time is gentle, this revving of souls,
as to conquer this deep influxion.
