I try never to mention you or to probe other vacancies while too trying to ignore my experience. it must be indicative of me or some omen jargon as sprinkled in fairy dust. or some deep demon as a-cultural in a capella by a hand I cannot see. I sense subtle intrusion or railways shifting tracks while I could never be an incredible everything! moreover, days are younger, tiredness is inevitable, most wear unreasonable masks or badges at deep indifference wreaking ponds of havoc. but we select as we grow while sensing our mirrors – heights in basements or levels abased or trying where most need unreality. I was at images. I saw an apron. a lady was baking cookies. she sat a tray down, snatched off her mittens, placed her face in her hands and wailed. I reach a space where it becomes seeking while nursing an uneasy feeling. I have a hunch in this fair design, most people, despite status, are wrestling with incompleteness. but another lady might dedicate life to a church where her language comes across as unnerving. it seems private each person’s malaise while most need someone to unpack it. or nemesias on an early morning looking at a moistened mat. satire dim. eureka hiding. or at life willing to submit. it takes strength such independence where final call means reflection. by deeper memories, while one dislikes us, because we told him his message sounds inauthentic. indeed. one needs to be needed. another needs you to stop thinking. while I come across as villain for pointing it out. it might get sunless or stars might outshine most deaths most lights such fire. I noticed something about true friends, they move a different way, they vibe from deep centeredness.
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shift moods, reviewing a conversation, it seems life means ignoring facts.
but too much given to sad places or seeing is conditioned at a place in darker vanity. skulls in memories or memories foggy at a space in memories. the fervor of what we want, as opposed to our actions, or souls filling crevices. as a cave opens another is waiting while we try not to be too specific. judged by every word, in a system easy on itself, where others are walked to a guillotine. a bit pushed by necessity, insomuch as color must heal, while we presume others are free, for they lack poverty. as adroit professionals faced by faces where faces speak for reasons. as a channel provoked or needing what we can’t give as consumed by vanity. many have greatness they fly with ease we concern ourselves with their condition. if but to deviate or drift into shadows or degrees in reference to some home – as part listless or infused at a second listening to things seeming impersonal. by a wellbeloved for action in lights where absence might weaken its link. or held dear as criteria where he didn’t quite measure; but others have rights, as in discriminatory selection, where life seems more about survival. aside a freesia so planted in ambiguity where we spend time controlling each other. but what has he, in his proclamation, while emancipation becomes self-freedom? too many armchairs or sofa-indifference where souls are pleading for completion … for inside a space is cringing, it longs for revival, or it tends to self to a level made handicap.
