The space we created outside our conjunctive lives of fear and torment.
Kill exuberance and invite dying hormones to play with our inner strength. then get infected, and blame the inevitable as an excuse for rustling endurance.
We endorse scattered desires, we love the red and enjoy the emptiness around. But despise our failures for not having enough sunshine around.
Why lay around when we have brightness living ahead? You always have a choice.
@Lifeoholic 
Very true, very well written.
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