Separated by the moments we create are the moments left behind deemed as something we call fate. We blend the to and fro in order to find the now. Don't forget the who, the why, the how, to feel the silence seen aloud. And in the middle we find the gray matter of unused mass where we luv, we hate, we make art and wait. She who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before crossing.Heed the need to rise above,
In all life there is only one luv...peace"If we dont get lost, we'll never find a new route" -Joan Littlewood
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