it gets better, Pauldon't mind the crooked hands, the crooked smile and the strange intention.
because he was like you, thinking that he was feeling enough pain to suffice the world for suffering.
but we're all connected, lest we are tuned differently and still create the symphony.
and through the symphonic connection, we're all acknowledging the sadness between our own gravestones.
my mind minds the others, the others mind me. i apologize, we apologize for the inconvience.
it's not my mind that shatters so, but the world that slowly breaks apart in front of me.
let's not forget...
forget...
the clarity.
Devious Comments
the friendly gestures when you're down make you all the more compfortable with his inexplicable presence.
and to forget is impossible.
it's there somewhere.
(L)
--
That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love.
ever had a subtle desire for amnesia?
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This is not the beginning
This is not the end.
It simply Is.
Be Here Now.
to forget is to de-evolve.
--
That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love.
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