Roll down the chair. Cut it up and sell it now. How much do you price an inch? A centimeter? Would you all give it away? For what, a stick? For how do you price each strand? Squeeze it and meld it, you only change the appeared shape and liquid absorbed. But it is what it is. For a light in brilliant colors whispers “For better or worse, it is a rag.” Out comes the stuffing. It made our cars go and now what? Should the rock come in and shout that each should be not unstuffed by introspection Or is it theirs to introspect? Made to know. But when does “The know” have enough to know itself and us? When does it’s eyes become eyes and read the words plastered on our face? When do we become “The know?” Although making the container itself, we did and shouldn’t make the contents within. Be mindful of your portions and don’t spice Because that’s the way it’s always been. ?
Talking about the nature of Objects, Are they always what they are? Do they intrinsically mean more than they are?
Blaise said "the heart has its order". That's true. Mine travels on a map in progress. There are no borders. Sometimes it faces gigantic stairs and I have to throw it up above to prevent it from being drained. Sometimes it joyfully takes a ride high and low between the spaces of your thoughts. I whisper "don't give up" and it doesn't, because you are its deity and it is your summoner.
Give me brushes and something colorful not tested on a thing with a heartbeat and watch me go! I love me. I know how I like to look. Think that this face is for you? Think again. Think that This Face is for you and your. . . Think again. Think again.
The harbinger of happiness comes when you least suspect. When he's here you don't know what he'll affect. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll forget about pain. That comes later, with his absence, and you'll need him again. He fills you with joy, and ecstatically so. You've been affected in ways you don't even know. Your brain will turn to mush, the thoughts in your head will all come to a hush. None of that matters, because you're experiencing ecstasy. It'll feel like you're on a cloud, so happy and carefree. Tears of joy are common, your heart will feel as if it'll burst out your chest. There's nothing in this world that will make you feel more blessed. Pain will leave your life, when he's come for you. You'll beg him not to leave, but he's only passing through. It'll be the best day of your life, you'll never want him to leave. But when he does, a whole day you'll need to grieve.
I hallowed your name Adored you With every breath That escaped from my lips In the dawning glow That reflected On your burnished skin As well as in my paradisaic dreams And cherished thoughts Every day Carefully aligned The chords of my heart To the sonorous melodies That resonated Somewhere from your core Weaved an intimately vital connection From my soul For my existence With my trembling hands Tirelessly knelt before Your sparkling facade Never once looked Past its exquisite splendour Asked nothing from you Except for your undying affection But all you did Was bequeath me An undying fear and suspicion When you recklessly And loconically Made me realise That i was Relentlessly worshipping A heartless demon Instead of a deity For such a dangerously Long duration With all of my strength