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mountain air. oh the crisp conception of the enigma sharply falls when one realizes fantacies never turn out quite like they should. oh but the fantacies were never meant to come true, only to drive the desires of reality.
and the stars. to wish on the first is irrational. to wish on the falling is desparation forgotten in a wisp of a tail. to apprciate the vastness- like the ants we pretend we are not- hopefully gorgeous, as is that surrounds us- woe to those without faith what a helpless hopeless sight, the stars.
im glad im not in kansas anymore. the repetition of productivity given to us with such little effort and the personal dissatisfation of how little appretiated each wheat stalk is worth. those with faith still fall short and forget oh so easy.
fact or fiction- i know not whether i live in either definition. if anything the attempt to languish in the symbolism and irony of it all.
hesitate to assume the best or worst, for it is neither. not to mean i do or dont. i know not. do first impressions change? one would like to think it depends on the situation.
the equilibrium between wanting to know or not wanting to know. confidence to the point of hubris, humility to the point of nothingness. equilibrium in winning or losing for lack of better terms.
nothing good comes from fear, i know that. nothing good comes from deceit, i know that. knowing when to trust, for deceit is a wolf dressed in sheeps clothing- we all have the propensity to be the angel or devil i suppose. which closes the gap in the eternal circle.
and the stars. to wish on the first is irrational. to wish on the falling is desparation forgotten in a wisp of a tail. to apprciate the vastness- like the ants we pretend we are not- hopefully gorgeous, as is that surrounds us- woe to those without faith what a helpless hopeless sight, the stars.
im glad im not in kansas anymore. the repetition of productivity given to us with such little effort and the personal dissatisfation of how little appretiated each wheat stalk is worth. those with faith still fall short and forget oh so easy.
fact or fiction- i know not whether i live in either definition. if anything the attempt to languish in the symbolism and irony of it all.
hesitate to assume the best or worst, for it is neither. not to mean i do or dont. i know not. do first impressions change? one would like to think it depends on the situation.
the equilibrium between wanting to know or not wanting to know. confidence to the point of hubris, humility to the point of nothingness. equilibrium in winning or losing for lack of better terms.
nothing good comes from fear, i know that. nothing good comes from deceit, i know that. knowing when to trust, for deceit is a wolf dressed in sheeps clothing- we all have the propensity to be the angel or devil i suppose. which closes the gap in the eternal circle.