one big ocean, fibers connecting, an act that will always persist. My heart does die when all memory is lost and death is life, a truth that will always have fortelling.
Too hard I try, while upon the crest of a valley deep below, I am guided to more patience. occupy my mind, , the eternal distance between you and me jumps us into asphalt of emotion. I will find the principle of grace and let all the doves fly.
