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qp|| You Could Isolate Your Energy In The Cube Of Sadness And Regret, Or Withdraw The Will Of Nothingness From Itself. By Using The Tools Of Basic Inner Cleanliness Within The Island Of Comfort And Joy. Without Spinning Endlessly Among Confusion With What Is Without Purpose And Reason. |+||

qp|| Nothing Is Meaningless, Meaningless Is Nothing, So. Therefore Something Is Nothingness. |||+|||

qp|| To Agree To Disagree, In Complete Agreement With Not Agreeing, Standing Among The Peaceful Stance And Ideals Within Simplicity. No Psychological Chains, The Freedom To Continue To Dream, And Breathe. From The Grass Covering The Ground, The Birds Swimming In The Sky, From Each Sea To Shining Sea. There Is Light In All Of Our Eye’s. The Shadow Of What Helps Us Jus Be. |||+|||

qp|| Absolute Freedom Is Knowing When To Discover The Time To Rest, And The Time To Begin. |||+|||

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qp|| Don’t Be Afraid To Comfortably Wait For Yourself To Patiently Wait For Yourself. |||+||| :slight_smile:

qp|| With The Sun As Your Pupils, The World As The Colours, Your Eye’s Are Energetic Windows. |||+|||

qp|| You May Wake Up One Morning And Realize The Worst Times In Your Life Were The Greatest. Those Trials And Tribulations Formed Thus Individual Who Can Face Anything. With A Little Bit Of Strength, Patience, And Courage, And!, A Stroke Of Luck!. Nothing Will Be Able To Take Your Dreams Away. It Doesn’t Happen In A Day. But!, Who’s To Say That You Can’t Change The Game?. The Breath Of Trees Speaking To All Of Your Circuits Of Energy, In Life’s Theatrical Play. |||+|||

qp|| The Next Time You See Yourself In A Mirror. Ask Yourself, Ask The Mirror, ‘Where Do You Come From’?. Look Into The Environment Inside Of The Mirror Duplicating The Sphere In Which You Stand. It’s A Window Into A Reality That Can Become Shattered But Never Disappear. As Long As Something Can Look Into It’s Existence. The Window Into The Reality Of A Parallel Form Of Shadows Seeing Each Other. In The Light Of Humanity Or Nature’s Form. Be It The Light In Our Eye’s. Or!, The Sun In The Sky!. With Many Unanswered Questions. Who, What, When, Where, How, And Why?. Another Day. One More Try. |||+|||

qp|| If You’re The Only One In Thus Universe Who Thinks Butterfly’s Are Beautiful, Does That Mean You Are Wrong?. And Even If The Entire Civilization, Society, And Culture Try To Prove To You That You Can’t See Butterfly’s Correctly. You Have To Ask Yourself. Is Being, “right”, The Only Answer?. You Are You, And You Love What You Love. No One Can Tell You Otherwise. |||+|||

qp|| The Complex Illustration Of Life’s Sketch Within The Simplistic Foundation Of Night And Day. Perhaps Within The Poetic Mathematical Evolutionary Situation Of Life And Death. In Which Only Reveals A Door That Opens Into A Vast Landscape Of Endless Confusion And Understanding Upon Languages Being Spoken In Many Different Forms Of Night And Day In And Of Itself. There Are Broad Strokes Of Personal Understanding Among Self Defined Cults Within The Environment Of Purpose And Reason. Being As Smaller Percentages Among The Possible More Accepting Nature Of ‘It Is What It Is’, Facing, The Challenges Of ‘What Is What’?. Either Or, Be That As It May, Life Means Alive. And Death Means Dead. Be It Reasonable Or Unreasonable. There Is Reasons For The Reasons Reasoning. |||+|||

|||Dreams Are Only Dreams If You Can’t Feel It, Once Felt, Realities Swimming Parallel With Illusions. +

qp|| Beauty Is Perfection Held Within The Grasp Of Comforting Reality In The Dance Of Mutual Respect. Wandering In Forests Of Patience Speaking In Riddles For Love. Like A Snake To A Dove. |+||

qp|| Sympathy Isn’t Meant To Be Used As A Tool To Get All Your Heart Desire’s, Endless In The Unspeakable Of Lies. It Shouldn’t Be Used As A Tool In Any Way Whatsoever. Be It Instead,
Heart To Heart. The Value Of Truth In The Seed’s Of Honest Proof Within Purity And Caring. |||+|||

qp|| The Pupil Of The Eye Is Formed Like The Sun. A Reflection Of The Light Mirroring The Shadow Behind The Warmth Of Colours Of The Universe. Within An Invisible Sphere Of Sight Reaching As Far As The Living Instrument Is Able To Measure. From The Light To The Eye. The Eye To The Light. Among The Structure Of The Light Reaching All It’s Energy Can See. Somewhere Beyond Speaking. |+|

qp|| We As Living Beings Are Born. We Grow. We Learn. We Function. We Prosper. We Age. We Decay. We Laugh. We Cry. We Wither. We Die. We Drink And Eat Until We Are Full. Not Too Mention Throughout All Of Thus, Time Is Alive. And Invisible. |||+|||

qp|| There Is Never Going To Be An Ending For The World. It Won’t Exist Because Existence Exist’s. A Seed, A Root, A Tree. A Man. A Woman. A Family. The Children. The Lands & The Seas. Existing |||+|||

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Added One Word. Guess The Word!. :slight_smile:

qp|| Awake. Asleep. Awake. Asleep. In Between. Dreams. ‘All At Once’. One Son. ‘Jack Johnson’. |||+|||

qp|| Go. Don’t Go. Go. Don’t Go. Don’t Go. Don’t Leave ‘Alice In Chains’. ‘Don’t Follow’. |||+||| :shushing_face:

qp|| I’m Confused. Follow. I’m Confused. Follow. It’s A ‘Collective Soul’. ‘The World I Know’. |||+|||