Consciousness
Alas
How is it that one can lose whole consciousness by way of ‘love’?
How is it that one can regain it through cynicism? Those are our
questions for the day. And still by writing this, it is not definite
that you will receive the same mood that I so haughtily possess.
Up proud and bustling with my sacred analyzation and affection too
fond. I perform my pseudo cross.
Follow me
my dears. . .
And these are
the moments when I feel particularly sage, but I cannot utter ‘most’.
The wise moments come in deliverance of something..always something,
sometimes along with... Always individual and unpredictable. And
I proudly deem it profound and inevitable.
But fortune
for...love! Emotional attachment which I struggle to snip with my
celestial scissors, ergonomic in their elegance. I don’t trust
men.
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