some
war against apathy or insensitivities disguised in a discomfiting smile. some
are credulous so eager to adventure with disregard for established guidelines.
I make stew in philosophies where daylight is powerful.
it pleases to touch a sunflower or couple a ladybug after a strong cup of coffee. or to read a few lines disappearing into antiquity while knowing it was too raw for us. such vassals so sprawled across measurements while essence is often free.
you give meaning to those welcoming sure tender remarks. such churning into nights such rich nectar those sugarcane moments. an arrow shot afar it speaks a message. or a rock so close to home it bears witness. by testimony or reputation while some are missing plausibility. our vacant motives those rare creatures while we adore their responses.
morning is simplistic those crickets are musical those raccoons are dispersed. birds are resting, upon some tree, or commandeering some perch.
we seem detached, so afar from our bodies, where, despite partners, our behavior doesn’t change.
it’s more evolution. it’s centered on persons. some are not established. it’s a need for placation a desperation to feel desired while many lack a given root.
but thanks to memories, we have specialties, some rich paradise.
