All alone sitting on my chaos filled living room, I am suddenly blindsided by my deep red curtains. Just when I thought I wanted to give in to something I may not be familiarwith, i will pause with no reason at all, but to, just, pause.
I will defy time and space and find my answers, believing it is all for a better best.
A strange fire suddenly whispers that I may be giving in to it, but I am not surrendered. What is it that makes you feel it is mortal still? Do I want answers or more questions? What am I dreaming of? Do I dream still?
It bugs me big time, that I am not surrendered, and that at one point, I also have to keep the sun shining, not that I have to, but I'd like to believe, I'd love to.
In such a state of rarity when the moon meets the sun, or the sun meets the moon, when neither tha dark nor light can not possess, perfection is its most solemn.
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