One Thought (A mind's compilation)
(Revised)
An ascension anew,..........I am of this. We are of this. Relics awaken by the gift of more than a meaning. Anew to the sensations to follow, to understand & acknowledge in different perspectives.
To view in the freshness that is bound to adorn the infinite & boundless insinuations that aspire one's desire for passion that everwants to escape so to be....an ascension.
To enjoy the world & life not promised, but allowed to consume for the time being is more than a handful as a child being to the 1st breath of air.
One's own, not chosen or pre-ordained future is that which it gains from experience to mold its self indignated path to walk of this life.
The will, the seeking of the call to be. Damned if u do & damned if u don't. It is not what is given to us, but what we make of it.
As we, you & I, are the societies that condense the emotions, passions, loves, belongings & sensations to be grasped & understood for ascension before descension of what u will to the life we know as our own individual timed crisis.
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An ascension anew,..........I am of this. We are of this. Relics awaken by the gift of more than a meaning. Anew to the sensations to follow, to understand & acknowledge in different perspectives.
To view in the freshness that is bound to adorn the infinite & boundless insinuations that aspire one's desire for passion that everwants to escape so to be....an ascension.
To enjoy the world & life not promised, but allowed to consume for the time being is more than a handful as a child being to the 1st breath of air.
One's own, not chosen or pre-ordained future is that which it gains from experience to mold its self indignated path to walk of this life.
The will, the seeking of the call to be. Damned if u do & damned if u don't. It is not what is given to us, but what we make of it.
As we, you & I, are the societies that condense the emotions, passions, loves, belongings & sensations to be grasped & understood for ascension before descension of what u will to the life we know as our own individual timed crisis.
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