Perpetual Adolescence

A blade of sunshine slicing through our humble game. I don't dare overstep what has been created, the outcomes of such foolishness is already known.

I always live in fear of having no control. The common notion of a lack of control of one's life reflecting failure is absurd. If you are deemed worthy only of victory is that not comparable?

What has become of me, of us, of this situation. The perpetual adolescence of our lives is harrowing yet utterly incandescent, such beauty staves off change. I do it for you, precious angel, too pure for this world. Take heed, earthly temptations of the flesh only sour the external and impure creatures are loathe to look skyward. Fly, fly from this place! Knowing the greatest feats of humanity were accomplished for angelic souls like you.

Utopian Riddles

Its haRd to cry for help, when you can only speak in euphemisms.

Stumble into heaven, before the cyclic radiance envelopes you. One always holds their caricature in the utmost neutrality. Orbit around them, angels. In the grAce of the clouds we gaze , their opacity equal to that of concrete. Where is the ecstaCy of being so high that you can't remember there's something worse. recoil, hesitate and. Liberate your niChe, Its diverting but, have you ever tried to stomp the lose button only to find it's malfunctioning. You don't know whether to laugh or cry. Then find it's really just clichéd. We proclaim jokes, but we must stop deciphering the riddles of how we keep the feeble below, and just use it to our advantage, just enough to make us forget.

Nothings haRd

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