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Motion fails and stagnancy reigns, and before the seasons passing, evasive conundrums take hold. Emotions fail to acknowledge facades, suffering consequences of sweet ignorance. How brazenly the stillness rules weary and vapid minds… How unfair it is for them to be fed these trite concoctions, as the unenlightened ravenously consume every drop. They jubilantly frolic through the contaminated waters, and soon poisoned fluids seep deep through their skin, traversing through canals and mapping out veins. Experiential theories claim bridges over these waters, but only at the price of one’s most precious dreams. Intoxicated loons pay toll and step into cue, being bamboozled, they loose every spiritual acquisition. Throughout these trials and tribulations, emotions audaciously hoard the masses, leaving reason and soundness with all that they have. Ponder leaves nothing but greater gashes, leaving trails of its existence for all to follow to its end. Its end, its end… but could it be that it has already ended? The antidote to this impenetrable question, this inexplicable notion, this oscillating anxiety.
He drapes his cerulean curtain over her vigilant eyes, their brilliancy at once becomes a blur. The new myopic vision manages to slur reality, but innateness keeps intuition hustling, working now in full steam. In denial, she chants quotes from her newly christened bible, vociferously and desperately attempting to digest every glossy word, hoping there is no room for its reality. She cries, in stupidity. In fact: He loves her, but only so much. In fact: He wants her, but only so much. In fact: Its forever, but only for now. Transience, again, never fails.
He drapes his cerulean curtain over her vigilant eyes, their brilliancy at once becomes a blur. The new myopic vision manages to slur reality, but innateness keeps intuition hustling, working now in full steam. In denial, she chants quotes from her newly christened bible, vociferously and desperately attempting to digest every glossy word, hoping there is no room for its reality. She cries, in stupidity. In fact: He loves her, but only so much. In fact: He wants her, but only so much. In fact: Its forever, but only for now. Transience, again, never fails.