Often misunderstood by ourselves, we reserve the right to pick and choose how we feel and what we reveal to the world. Decisions made to fail under dynamic pressures of time.

I STAIN MY HUMAN SUIT CONSTANTLY

There’s a lingering sophistication with each mishap. I’m not sure the world is supposed to know who made what and what made how.

Yet, here we are. Discussing an agreeable man’s neutral. A Modern next. Congratulations on setting such a respectable score. My work means nothing and is everything all the same. The still grounds of a shook man. Found, Forgotten, and happily met with tides of opposite.

No matter the stain, I invite you to question how you feel. What was your reaction? What will be your response? Do you appreciate both? Create for us, what I can never see.

“Give me the world. Give me what you can’t get back.

                         

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