Writing a capture in time, a photo in frame, still. Taking this second a.m. hour to share the delight of thought. A dream filled with anxiety only for a time of heavy discussion. Reassurance, deliberate and inconsiderate, is the motivation for any particularly spared individual. Spared from the truth- roots grow from the bottom up. Conscience comes from a mind willing to accept one own limits… faults. A sequence in intimate respect is a reward only given to those open to critical thought. A sense of closure is only required to those with profound attachment. Give me a gift of solidarity and let me see through the ties that bind. Appreciate the slightest, expect less expectation. Neutrality in my senses, because within a day I clogged with an information purge- non requested. My story, please remain ecclectic. My favorite? Is there such a thing? I was reminded that people focus on comfort clings- perhaps the oxymoron here is- I needed my security blanket so much so while young that whence finished at youth, I’d say au revoir forever. What is security? A favorite food, smell, etc.. Is there such a thing? I love in so many ways- could I possibly give in to one favorite? Seem it strange to the attached world that binds, but feeling a broad sense of mind. No attachment, personality inspired devoid of reassurance. I believe in myself. And I heard recently, there is no awesome without me.
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