In the field of black tulips.

In honor of a well civilized society – I shall be frank about the emotions that were brought to my patient attention. The skill that is embodied has exceptionally good reasons in doing so. It is with my permission the pen can be in a dispute where an amendment to its intended purpose be proposed. Simplicity is the average, and its definition is given in context. The knowledge of when it is appropriate for an example is dependent on how foreign my means are to one’s methods. Empathize with the complex when they are told they are only built to house those sheltered from a certain home. Now I urge you to confront the guests about the break ins, and why the house was alone. Consequently, being in a building together and building together are mutually exclusive. Thus, it is only in hindsight we become aware that what seemed so simple can only be done by the complex. The complex dress words better because they bathe actions carefully and far more intently than anyone ever could. This is also the case when one considers that people have always resulted to begging words for references in hopes of being employed by actions.

We were being taught how to read between the lines during our most formative years uncreatively. Years later, we can read everything if it’s a line meant to be decoded and does not convey proudly. This is why a very vivid imagination becomes aware of the nightmares while frolicking in the field of thoughts during a daydream. As I harass these walls and enslave them to hours of bearing the weight of my reflection, I have no remorse for making them insecure about their failed attempts to be a successful mirror. The negative emotion realizes how quickly the embodied will go to a body’s court and claim everything was done in self-defense. Contrarily, well, that is assuming there is evidence that it could be, and that I assumed adequately. That ever so persuasive dull pace is non-negotiable because that is how being able to “ruminate” can be refined.

Quite the treat when we consider the risks presented once taste as a sense, is of more significance only when there is a ravaging sea of longings and yearnings. A sea whose waves are prepared to clean anything that was built diligently, and things founded on commitments to restraints.

In the space I gave emotion, what was left of my place is how I discovered why it is crucial to know where ‘Time’ quietly escapes to. For an entire waste I remained emotion’s most favorable host. Then came my preference in the guests that were eagerly accommodated. That combination led me to envy, those who envy, and the envied. What I write is not only what envy approved of, but a reminder that sometimes history does repeat itself. That is because when Friedrich Nietzsche said, “It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book”, I wondered why what I say in three sentences he had to request ambition’s assistance to say in five. Before I continue, I would like to note that he made a valiant effort and his will to do so is undeniably admirable.

The mere presence of desire in the mind is a euphoric awakening that requires one to develop alternative ways to measure time. To measure time when the company of desire causes a drastic change in the price of attention. The most unforgiving instincts are given to the most fragile. I reckon that is how life ensures a living thing will find an insanely sound place, exhaust all its resources insofar that it discovers an entity capable of enduring ‘existence’. One that is free from the suffering that the hour hand brings about with its moves; However, watching that hand dance in circles can be so captivating when it is captured properly. In addition, the outcome of the lens with the corresponding intent is a place a wish travels to. A frequent flyer in the predictive landscape, distant clouds framed by sight alone, and being felt before a being is how the wind’s essence knows what was caged.

The mother of wants and needs is a ruthless caregiver. It taught us how to endure during those seconds we recklessly wanted. When joy was punished for expressing its interest in the repressed. The agony from the release, the restraint of compassion, and the illumination of empathy being isolated. That is why there are fantasies the attentive seek certain sensations several of their senses could indulge in. My question here is simple and even more so in my answering.

What can be found in and from connection? The idiom “there is strength in numbers,” can be used to preface what order the experience has brought to the chaos of building a community. The norms that cheaply lend themselves to person’s known to be amazing actors, should be held responsible for the spaces the actors create. Spaces where the fabric of such magnificent beings, are required to obsessively extend their faculties to affirm and self-validate their existence. Those norms were suddenly absent and could not be found when I came to know my skin. They dared not grace that space. In that space, I came to know my skin from being touched even with my body misplaced. I came to know my skin from the pair of generous ears and the long embrace between unwavering eyes that held with depth.

Alas, the flames of the urge to reason are precisely what the formidable are acquainted with when novelty in the class of paradigms is being inquired. A smile is used to gently punctuate the thunderous response to the immense amount of grief after learning my skin was visually impaired.

LOVE DELALOM.