We hear on the other end a leverage of sympathetic murmur. The whistles blow as if some time limit were met. We ask the things that life cannot tell but offers in thought. Is that thought the congregation of the immunity to our place on an Earth? Do we pretend to know when we have given a seat of chance?
Music that can carry affects the circumstance at the worst pale of black. Our institutions are claiming that brevity has begun to let us look into the human consciousness like a light of impossible magnetism. She has already begun to feed her wires into God of leper grotesquely feeding her regret. But I told you so, stay with it.
In hours, one instance of decrying self over other has gotten the scare of the pants worn by a fickle parent. Light is drawn on the scathing of a hand who prays light will dawn for the dawned. let logic take a stand at the door while variance kept quiet. Belief can go on as far as one who endures the cripplingaftermath..
and it still can be seen