"Tell me that uniformity is a thing which exists beneath different bodies that all we have. Give me any proof, which you have. Even family cant endure themselves, and will not i am sure. Uniqe feelings are meaning of a life, dispute is resolved."
Growing out my fantasy passion seeds forejudge all scenes of my hidden life. Million desires are combined magically to my current acts. Thought that i just start to think instantly reacts.
Pain bares claws with no pity. Fracture comes at unknown moment.
Blood taste is always left, is that right? Closing eyes is a pathetic decision. It seems that problem has solution, thousands of years consist of this illusions. How many times you began with hope... Thinking that you can reach your happy end.
There is close relation between your thoughts and acts, you will never separate them, there are no boundaries ever! Mind has limitation. You think mind is yourself. That means that your flight has predictable end. When you'll have walked every road, tasted all species of life, felt all gamma of senses, seen all views in the world, you find a fear in your heart, you find a door that you cant open. Answer that you seek is simple: with any your choice life gives the same aftertaste.
Your poetry is ignorance, you have not endurance, your life is illusion, suffering is your conclusion!
There is no beauty that you can enjoy, world uniformity gives you decoy. Spending your precious time it waits to bite, too long way for going to the same side
Pain bares claws with no pity. Fracture comes at unknown moment.