Some carnal disposition looking and wondering, but a longing persists more. Me the point of reference, you the horizon and so many emotions.
In a foreign state navigating cosmos and ethos the same. Not sure the reward as much as the toil searching for it, perhaps this is my beloved? No, more so it is hope but only after you first.
Aware of influence but I know I exist amongst some faction within this myriad of art, love, passion, worry, fear, creativity, doubt. So I’ll stand, crawl , lay down, walk in circles, and run nowhere still hoping this point of reference can help navigate this message to the horizon.
Master myself seems an odd phrase to me, I change, grow and vary all within my humane capacity. God damn I just want to talk to you again, face to face with no challenge except whether we pause or not.
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