Lightening bolts of love a terror that strike across the surface of the globe. Identical identities that arise from comfort silence that confine the four dividers. Not in the least would the mark of permanence remain. Persistent evolution, from sorrow to joy and vice versa. Acceptance ties the suppressing knot that untangles itself through action.
Rain, the aquatic fix of the earth to cleanse humanities mistakes. I'm molding these flight of steps to reach enlightenment. It'll burn, but peace will remain. To readjust, articulation is simplicity's worst nightmare, but I don't care. All wanted is so close, yet millions of miles away.
I took the road less traveled by, now I have blisters on my feet.
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