on and on. pshhh call me Sylvia Dragunmana or sing cover songs.

It isn’t without doubt that they continue and still carry the fear of misuse. What acknowledgement could warrant no longer strikes fright but, it’s still yet to be accepted; the force contained in our might. When witnessing it we quiver as if our own selves are the greatest danger. Categorizing ourselves it’s clear we lose the bigger picture, that there’s not enough characteristics to say anyone is a stranger.

As the joker continues to play his accordion he alerts the trumpets to sound. A 7th one breaks the line and we hear the trumpets all, only one time. Irony be the feat and just how far it will reach. A rhyme does me just fine as long as the sand doesn’t fall and I still have the time. An hourglass stuck is an advantage for none. Opals. Pressure that warranted us and all that is here. Just enough to insight flow, and it would never stop. It would always continue to flow. The ignorance may continue only as long as it does, the flow doesn’t leave anyone, it’s not picky. It’ll pick you up in a hurry and leave little room for fighting it, even littler room for scurrying. Stay in the same place they dare, pinned up against a rock, or caught in a self-set snare. Unlikely that a solo experience is possible to be claimed. God is the shadow within the sun’s shame.