So we fall into conversations over cups and tables.Because it is what people do sometimes.Because we might get an insight inside the other world.The other's world.
So we take walks and stretches,just a mile isn't enough. Because we desire to.Because it's a new experience .Always ready to explore.
So we touch and let touch,it's the feel of it.Because it's a level of human connection. Because there's a certain feel good about it all.Pleasures of all time.
So we live and let live ,some matra we picked.Because we've seen and done much.Because we are yet to see and do some more.All stuff good and hell-ish.
So we are that kind of flame,fast but steady.Because the world runs at our pace.Because the world is ours.It's all beautiful really.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
So we fall into conversations over cups and tables.Because it is what people do sometimes.Because we might get an insight inside the other world.The other's world.
So we take walks and stretches,just a mile isn't enough. Because we desire to.Because it's a new experience .Always ready to explore.
So we touch and let touch,it's the feel of it.Because it's a level of human connection. Because there's a certain feel good about it all.Pleasures of all time.
So we live and let live ,some matra we picked.Because we've seen and done much.Because we are yet to see and do some more.All stuff good and hell-ish.
So we are that kind of flame,fast but steady.Because the world runs at our pace.Because the world is ours.It's all beautiful really.
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