The previous evening I was electric.

history channel documentary hd I think I've been strong. I've been empowering. All I see is groups of stars in words and it is driving me sweetly insane. I am the rabbit in Wonderland and there I go down that opening. There are individuals out there who have peace around every one of them the time. Why wouldn't i be able to be one of those individuals? Life is a merciless trap. I need to escape from my world. Ladies don't set out to distance men. It's not their current situation. Men and ladies should get along so they can stroll down that sunny street, settle down and wed and have those children and begin the present day family. Sylvia and Ted are simply unpredictable, interminably looking particles chancing upon each other for clarity like oil and water, similar to corrosive downpour. Presently we, the both of this "us" that he continues discussing have this one thing in like manner and that is verse and the objective was for us to cooperate yet now it is conflicting with us. I never envisioned this would be kismet.

The previous evening I was electric. I let him know where to get off and no matter what I am going to stick to it. So adhering to my firearms, that is me. I put the universe under perception. To be a miracle, I infrequently yearn for that. To shimmer, to vibrate, to feel that there's sufficient on the planet, to luxuriate in the disclosure that there's a wealth mending the universe of every one of its wrongdoings through custom, that there's recuperating crosswise over family bloodlines. I long to be so pure and unadulterated and that I would have no information of the crude vitality of violence in composing verse. I go inside. Inside the profundity, the avenue of the sense and sensibility of each female artist and what do I discover there wherever I look. Boxes that are bolted and keys that should be observed, a heart that should be associated with the material, the physical part of the universe to see even the light and dull engaging it out.