Blank pages staring back at me, unreasonably, I try to decode the stoic nature of an impulsive void. Seemingly the response is stark. I don't really understand the symbolic nature of the words that are defined by the principal origins. Uncomfortably, the tension resides within, yet I resolve my indifference by bending within the realming regions of my elasticity. Bouncing back, I collectively submit to the flexibility of an ever merging momentum of free flowing evolution of light and life. The music is a vibration of electricity bouncing off of the walls. When the speed of light meets the sound of music, I come alive in the most pre-eminent of all means of matter.
Because there are no words to express the righteous sound of music, the righteous language of the free element is a contemplative value more definite than the construction of any tongue. Infinitively is the long standing dynamics of our own origins in the regional momentum of synchronicity and function.
From a distance the whole world is blue and green. I think that I would be more free if I could always fly and only knew the view of an aerial perspective from very far away. The whole world is green and alive and fresh and new and good - creative energy lives and dwells and is preceded by the illumination of a material warmth that surpasses the limitations of a gravitational bound to the soiled earth. The nature of things come to live in the fertile bound and the energy releases creative masses to be fulfilled. I am the essence of an overjoyed incubation of self. I am rivited by the explosive energy that is contrary to death, because it is life. It comes alive and blooms and blooms and blossoms in the birth of goodness and glory.
I believe in a world of purity, where dreams come alive through the faithful pursuit of tribute to truth in the establishment of life.
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