rhythmic, flying, volatile, beat by beat penetrating the cold heart, warming every atoms of it.
a day of breath, deceiving dreams, standing by the slippery black slope, confused, randomized thought. What is there except the everlasting light and cloud? with the absence of both creation, darkness overwhelmed carrying threads of evilness.
Nevertheless, now is as bright as life on the other dimension. This aching world, set us in vulnerable and what-to-do situation, what else can we do except to defence and fight? Or are we too weak to fight? yes, flesh.
However, flesh with spirit living in it, is not the ordinary one. No longer words can be used to describe it. It is merely feeling. Inspired? The greatest love comes from spirit that excrete in act. Not requiring tear, but war of peace. A war of intimacy, not the invention of evil, not the one that man created. A simple war to achieve a certain world of peace and joy, indescribable dimension, with linens of harmony sewed into fabric of eternity and everlasting creation. Love.
Much love,
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