we think too much, but feel too little.

        How many times now I found something in me forfeited or I lost in something? Flooded data transmissions going endless on and it’s painful to strive a look at those colors. Release the shine and shyness doesn’t seemingly working decent to exorcise the demon from the past. The good sense of harmony and humor went dead silent, or am I just getting old to sense them? It went numb, but sensibly receivable, the vicious glory that used to soothe me. Until I chose to play the game and feel the friction but failed to get embraced, therefore the sensation gone wrong that provokes the disordered perfusion.


You are doing it wrong, back in the kitchen.

        Things that I can no longer substitute into and I always ask myself “where was I”, where the place so scattered and lost that unmindfully drifted to. Regarding doing all of these, just to mend the hollows in the pieces of my life, bring me back to the laughter I had before. I found it’s coming to be more difficult to weave the line from this persona, for how I started to mind of how other might perceive the view of mine, the absolute persona that everyone should’ve subjectively conceived.

Something conspire to?

        Supposed a firewoman should be good enough to extinguish the fire on my exoskeleton, but I have been greedier these days. Since I realized when I cross the line, I’ll deserve more, satisfactions never last; when it is to be the grace to pursue rather than rejoice the present. I have confused the purport of delight. Unskillful ones may just fail to control the fire but stoke it larger; yet it had once appealed to me however a firewoman not suit the job might still be hired to keep my garden. Besides, I like to see the wicked face one shows that would refute my definition, relevantly challenges all my balance. Too, the same face conspires to the laughter.

 

        Trying to review the history of glory apparently has no efficiency to improve the logic in my head. Never thought being a man could be so much more than a boy, so much to go, and to lose. Mischievous no longer is an option, but do we have to let go or let down those we cherish to accommodate those “must”? Those to be seemingly the so advanced logic toward fortune. Rushing to read all the physics was the way done, as the augmented content increasing the thinking sequences are now demanded to alter. Congested intelligence becomes indigestion of struggle, the answer can not be acquired in the room of secretion, I’ve learn all the physics that required to ignite, only to have a wick leads it glow.


        Persist in circulating the same procedure won’t let anything happen, afraid fail to stretch the flexibility could procrastinate the spring, but should I have a try at least to exercise the sense of elation once more, perhaps would it be consistently fits my physics and might there be surprise up ahead.


It can’t indicate too much, if conclusion doesn’t decide, find it somewhere else.

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but mistakes are to be made………..

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you are doing it wrong either………..