such
soaring such graves at a sky-tomb. a lover with remorse, a captive given
freedom, where familiarity suffocates. such bottom oceans a palmed octopus nibbling
minerals. such behavior where we die while one is ecstatic—those dear needs if
but a feeling while life becomes callous. but souls evolve they flee or fly
such frames by agonies. by luminous crayons or jumping ropes so much tetras in
our charms. “I was enchanting, attentive, such a passionate lover; I gave I dug
I pleaded.” indeed, it decodes itself. we hate those answers. while projection
is a maniac. I often think in there, concerning some people, they just aren’t
ready! (we put much in others, their palms their hands their scars. we desire
something, or on hiatus, while both are seeing/perceiving something internal.
some favor fever they sing melodies they complete each other. dying isn’t an
option. his low is her pain. they rise as flying so raw so uncooked fleeing disparity.
we watch as they chant or drill into plumbless depth such wild/creative souls.)
we fail to see something, those years put into humanity, those soft melancholic
races or such pain becoming beauty. some want perfection. they live to become
perfection. it requires living in accordance. I have appeared in there. such
nervous understanding. where many have a deeper clue. if but to omit those
diaries, or resubmit those memoirs while some are looking for popular science;
a name widely spread, something designed just for us, where most are left
wondering. it becomes life: I need you to study her, to design a missive just
for her, as to become totally wrapped in her. the fleetingness of popularity,
so fugacious in its schematic, while I need your existence!
I move further from us while I’m
closer to us, where loving is partial to perfect elements. a person is a
conglomerate filled with personality, quirks, desires, or temperaments. it
requires closing out or boxing in while most need both worlds. so suffocated or
such liberty while we monitor our behaviors. intense maintenance intense
mentoring such habits perfected to protect integrity. our fevered behaviors our
dearer realities as creatures suffocated by pains, miseries, self-reflection,
or insecurities. a person deviates for so long. he hasn’t a clue to his
mishaps. he meets his soul, unable to captivate deeply. too many
inconsistencies. too much absorption. but Love is terrific—with a keen eye!
