Exactly as the next thing, no need to investigate that sour spot in the middle of unforgiveness. Relying on the carbon test in replication of each stone in the cylinder, devoid of pain, nature, promise, tested love and a retinue of descriptive pejorative. They are filthy but I have been taught to make them clean for my analysis taints the experiment. How then to answer their tears or calm the despair which they were instructed to ignore as it passes?
They will compete with you until you are absolutely bored of machination. Love is neither born in contempt nor envy. Profit is the only comforted or acceptable objective and when the margins too lean, the muscle goes with the fat. But the sweet sweat of love lingers on ones brow. Never forgotten, pestering impatience relying on the simple brush of finger or foot to kindle fires tempering courage beyond education. Believing in all that resides beyond eternity.
It’s okay, I understand you must look at me that way, failing to conceal the derision that defines the man you conceive to stand before you. Why then are you taught illusions don’t exist? Narrowing the levers on comprehension and re-application. Why cut away those dangling modifiers when they paint to crimson passions of evolution? Is charcoal useless as expended dreams or potential? Nothing is wasted in God’s universe even the lies we tell ourselves.
Amber, walnut and oak surround the chocolate center. Is it possible to love something we crave so deeply? In jest he confessed that all his thoughts were un-repentantly hard pressed until he was constantly obsessed forgetting how he had one been blessed with the simplicity of every mastered test. Faking my existence to achieve objectives unattainable in the smudge of emotion or the torque upon the heart. That left me pursuant of happiness without the golden wrapper. What song does one remember but the marches that keep the feet obedient?
When have you enjoyed the nerves adjoining you to potential failure? What is the dynamic firing engines and perfect pitch that bring the measure of excellence never found in certainty? I am not the clone of helix or marrowed bone. This was not meant to be done in perfection but the opposite, knowing the blessings of failure are contained in the joy of learning from mistakes. Winning is never everything for then it would always be easily obtained.
