WHIMSICAL WITH TWO-TO-THREE STARS AND TWO-TO-THREE SEAS AND SOMETHING ELSE

..and what was that life about?

Always is everything said. Seen. Heard.

HE ALWAYS SAW EVERYTHING. HE HEARD. SPOKE. AND DREAMED. RHYMES AND HEAVENS. LOVES. LOVES. THERE SOME LOVES. AND TEARS TEARS TEARS. AND HAPPINESS HAPPINESS HAPPINESS. AND THOSE WERE ONLY HIS HAPPINESS HAPPINESS HAPPINESS.

And that could be sad. The life changes. We choose. Again. Like all other people because we are people and nothing more. We fear to get out so we wouldn’t need to come back. So we wouldn’t need to look at each other when we leave. When we return. If we return. SO WE WOULDN’T INTERRUPT COMMITMENTS, IDEAS, OPPORTUNITIES.
Those people. We Those are silent.

Again.
Due to:
Forever?

We don’t know. We can’t.

We don’t ask for. We can’t.

And our happiness is only our matter and that is totally different matter. Something completely different.



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