The meaning of it all and the random events in the eventuality, how often to embrace the spark of warmth that in each day we all can be able to wake up to with just you in my face. Knowing that it all begins with the simple samples and temples of transition we await the coming of age with anticipation. Good exist with evil, darkness amongst shades when we disappear for comfort, all too well for natural order.
Peace? Peace is when you sleep your thoughts so deep that the only dream you cherish is the free breath of solace within the space of empty existence. Dying so much hard being habitual orientations of our lives we strive on with technicality- my courage my own age.
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