From the warm breath of bright light, blue sky breaks through our dormancy. Cool breeze still keeps on bare air, whilst curved lines rise bound in time to care for the meaning of life.
We're expected to expand or contract, responding to vast constructs set upon us. It's easy to forget measures of the present tense. Stillness often corrects parallels to connect, as impulses bubble up to ****** inside the mind.
Characters unseen play amongst the set, there are integrated games we gain but our existence is said to be simplistic. Focus on your sense of self and betterment, less complicated within the riddles of preconditioning. Here to give, win and begin again.
What have we done? Capitalism has taken the place of God as a sense of safety - security - identity in our minds. Everything serves a purpose until it gets out of control. Time has an end. Eternity is forever. You are forever. We are the ones we have been searching for.
Flower people, frolicking on the moon, Smiling wide eyed with honest jest. How did they grow without soil, water, or air? Roses out of concrete defying social constructs. Follow the flower people. Show them you give a **** about the delicacy they expel Reject your insensitivity and care about someone else.