Mere thinking.

Matching the outside and the within to create the matchless bond of nature and man. We have no choice in feeling and sensing,as it is not ours to experience and recall. It is the spleen of the last decade that follows us into our grave of thoughts and we can not pursue its contrastial entity. Where’s the bliss of the new age? It must have vanished from our narrowed sight unto the world of those you really seek and see it. They say it is impossible to record all thoughts of a lifetime yet is our lifespan not based upon them?

Our upheaval is always the peak of the infinite. It never changes.We do.

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