like choc
there's a fine line between passion and courtesy. that i think, ignorance would prove to un-see. what's obviously late will be left unsaid. and patience held upon one's deepest desire wears thin ... fastest! fuelled by all seasonal hate, and the tempt for vengeance. and that redemption's best serve silent. the all truth left unsaid, gdmt what a drill of sanity that is! im really close to losing my mind. yes, silence's a barrier worth keeping. unless drilled upon, this phase is ends, coz all predicts it.
it's like choc. sweet. but potentially regretful.
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Professional couch potato and magnitude participant in the vast science of thinking in nothingness. An architecture trained creative constantly questioning our everyday designed life. Currently a long time contributor to the future world in architecture.
