There’s a strange idea floating around the milieu: that being alive is a funny thing while it undertakes an afforded kind or moral spirit within superiority. Almost as if the end of the sight is a void waiting to be filled only by the most responsible. Let’s the realism make good and remain on an investments to oppose one another.
I have fallen to prey in this often enough. There is an embittered lovelorn who clearly has something tasty and unsavory. From being unsavory to carry and carry on without getting older ever so often. Is it friendships? In expectations like it’s a relationship. I guess chased the voids until I attempted to survive as a constant in a galactic storm. Having to develop and sustain organically.
They say it’s impossible between exes and familiar faces. Develop from the point at zero — a point at which you cannot encounter how it was before — then, of course you’re inside something in which requires another descriptor. Things can be don without complications,reckon with past and sensuous reflectivity in and through the eyes others.
Dialectic communion and subject to all an intersecting or enveloping variations and natural complexities with what lies beyond and contrary to that communion. No matter which way you take it or view, relationality requires the word of an indeed love. Yet, we aren’t accustomed to this or that. Such differences should be honored with thought or they will usually turn into the ugly marks and questions.
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