In all possible conclusions my complex resolve is brought to a hault.
To be content is to seperate equally around those who thicken at the notion of freedom.
Share without discrimination towards those who have not yet found the solution to use.
Forge every moment in existence parallel to the energy within our surroundings.
The vibrations in my chest, the sudden but frequent rumble from my body, the static snapping.... fiercely popping within my nerve system.
The impulse that I've been here many times before? The rivers that subdue from my own eyes engulf the static into pure emotion.
The extreme, the forced intrusion, the cautious, the nervous... no outburst denied.
Projectile in motion.
A source of feeding.
In the darkness we create, the light deceives but blesses the ignorant.
Limitless supplies, welcome to all.
There is always a path in !!!
