Living here, it appears you have no fears, tears through the years now appear as atmosphere, evaporation was your friend, it's your confirmation, did my complaining ever rain into your conversations?, probably never, though determined to learn in the better weather, call me clever if I'm wetter with ink in my letters, I'm distinctive on the brink into linking your ways of thinking, though I'm drinking, blinking blinded, you're twinkling, how did I find it?, rewind delighted, invited, despite inciting then igniting this insight into fights we decided, we're divided though we multiply double times then **** em, I study how we nullify puzzled minds but spill em, so they're spread for dread and in my head I must beg for my legs to peg my tread, call me dead cause the LIVE is saying I'm fiction, though they gave good diction in the creatures they reached for submission, so you listen, we don't vision if we're not positioned, in disguise, is the wisdom in bliss or a prism?