All conflict leads back to desire. If everyone had everything ; would your yearnings mean any less? We desire to grace this existence.
Here in this place and inside of this taste is the same as it is in a dream.
Beyond all the rhymes and pieces of time we fit on the head of a pin.
All of your tries and the legion of I’s that cried that summer would stay
they stay in the games like people insane are falling back into the mix.
As far as can see is a jumble of 3 that place each other at odds
and somehow intwined we get picked up in time and leave this beautiful mess.