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At this time, I must confess.
This miss has caused quite some stress.?
How I long to one day turn her to a missus,?
only then will I not have to ask for her kisses.?

The day's sunlight, and its shade of brown?
that same gleam, it keeps me falling down.
Blinding, but in all the right spots and places
turning other faces to distant memories
when I see hers'

I must confess
I must distress
I simply
cannot

do this anymore.
****** yourselves upon me,
ye needy and broken souls.
Let me alleviate this cycle of harm
and free you with indisputable truth.

Care not for the broken beside you,
only for the damage you have caused,
wait, in unbothered isolation for that moment,
the very same.

Lend me your ears two,
for hearing is a gift seldom usèd.
The deaf are subject to the will of those abled,
but the abled are subject to will alone.

Give your eyes for which to see,
this fact cannot merely be expressed.
The languages comprised of man
are for our convenience, not comprehension.

Allow these words to pierce your mind,
and forever on remain, repeat, and remember
each experience in a different light,
it is now your obligation.

I am no man, nor a thing at all,
a simple existence best defines me.
This same existence appears, consistently
in each and every one.

Sincerely and most truly, for everyone,
Chance
a brief prelude
a story does not follow its protagonist, and act as its protector. the story is told, the protagonist is whoever we hear.

2. stories are in every crevice of a second, uncountable tales spread across infinite time, only the ones told are of interest, and only at the time those stories are interesting.

3. rules are dependencies, the free-willed experience the world as it truly is, and all life below them is subject to that will.

4. everything is conceptual. empiricism fails when we use words, for they are the greatest construct of all.

5. do not listen to the miserable, despite whatever they tell you, they are helpless. they will bring about the end of all held dear.

6. beware the jack of all trades, for he was never acknowledged.

— The End —