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…If i were to conceal my yearning to tell you..


That concept,
revokes what destiny emancipated between us.

We are.

In cosmologic language revolved around eachother
Just to balance the universe.

I envisioned histories prescribed in evolved canvases, towering so you can only look up to them.

Are we…

What envokes simple epiphany.

Manifesting time and place as our slate to encrypting fragments of scattered passions,
precisely placed at turning points as incentives to initiate inspiration.

Check.
You, assimilate words to control…
so each has every fine tangible detail.
Perfectly cut into meaningful combinations to express illumination of your speech.

remember, the penetration of your potenial posseses an unconditional promise

inevitable happiness
that endures proclamations of false beliefs.

And I vow to unlock the chaos behind your lips. So this embrace of your being holds justice to what anyone could define in you.
I’m trying subsequently to handle with care the last remnants fossilised in our plateau.
Each crumbling day,
each treasure taken away.
The imprints of our shadows flock and hold onto fading memories, hoping the two of us will meet again in the next lifetime.
Or just right now..

Now just make it right in the methods foretold in our translucent vivid symphonies,
… so dreams could be jealous of realitys’ depiction.
And we can continue to conspire ways to find eachothers sentimental value hiding within.

Its there.