Wondrous moments never occur in sequences, they are meant to be beautifully derailed and viciously famed. Not to mention, unexpected and curative to add as incentives. My days are good with coated pleasure and the former have self confessed turbid thoughts.
My ordeal isn’t a tale, but has gorgeous elements of miscarriage. And, would not slid away from those credentials of pampered futility as long as a force merges itself with the condiments of hope, safe and persistence.
Unsurmountable isn’t mine, though. It doesn’t require a meagre to fume hearts, nor does it require a famished belly to quench your fist. Both, mind you, are irrelevant and significant oaths of perennial paths.
Statements, quite petite and wrenching, would seldom quote marvel at its despicable veins. And emotions, ah! those that define vulnerability at its moulded worst would patiently wait for the discreet collapse of the inner mettle.
Incomplete, yes. But not in the mirage of a contained barracks. If the little one’s precious is garbage cans of discarded patents, I am, at my disposal, to fret and rise at the brink.
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