A perception of life is bound by our concepts. Blatant observations and musings I tend to be tired of your lies.
I am no more here, than I am there. Will you accept my dealings, but only if I wheel.
A face can not contain the mere conceit you have drawn. Tomorrow will be another day, another dollar.
My creek is often filled, but it contains optimism. Then it shall be called forth in many times of need.
Break it down. Ten times ten, times ten.
Salutations.
Perceptions, expectations, attachments, labels, projections, borders. All of these have no place in the creek of optimisms. Be free!
ReplyDeleteIn the creek of optimism my unknown friend.
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