I AM WRITING AGAIN.
I am writing again, the pen I had foresaken.
I dream of, and wish upon stars with an immense craving, that yearns strongly for affinity. I may go as far as to say that its the world cup of conversation, the seductive sway of wordplay moving ever so graciously to & from like the lazy ocean waves sweeping the shore, giving birth to a thought buried deep within ones inner being like treasures undiscovered in the tombs of egyptian pharaohs. A messages, an idea, comprehension, rapport all traverses across the intramural spans of a mutual connection, its as though two gold coins have been placed on the eye sockets of fallen kings for safe passage to the after life bringing both party thoughts into a world where only a few enlightened are embraced. An extravagant eddy of cosmos dazzling the mind setting aflight the heart. The salvo of these thoughts is the perfected synchronization of galactic existence the ultimate equilibrium of key & note, the celebrated chords which move the soul eternally. It is the love language of creation the voice of the almighty which always commands reproduction of new life. I have searched I have delved and yet I have not found you, my affinity.
I dream of, and wish upon stars with an immense craving, that yearns strongly for affinity. I may go as far as to say that its the world cup of conversation, the seductive sway of wordplay moving ever so graciously to & from like the lazy ocean waves sweeping the shore, giving birth to a thought buried deep within ones inner being like treasures undiscovered in the tombs of egyptian pharaohs. A messages, an idea, comprehension, rapport all traverses across the intramural spans of a mutual connection, its as though two gold coins have been placed on the eye sockets of fallen kings for safe passage to the after life bringing both party thoughts into a world where only a few enlightened are embraced. An extravagant eddy of cosmos dazzling the mind setting aflight the heart. The salvo of these thoughts is the perfected synchronization of galactic existence the ultimate equilibrium of key & note, the celebrated chords which move the soul eternally. It is the love language of creation the voice of the almighty which always commands reproduction of new life. I have searched I have delved and yet I have not found you, my affinity.
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