All Photographs Are Pictures Of The Past.

Four walls, 1 call, and too many multiple halls. I’ve been this charmed and blessed...

My mental state is of an incomparable truth.

Death-to-me, as I am besieged!

1 ceiling and 1 floor... how should this not...

just as more, Become asked of for sure?

Why does this light forgive, and of its time...

Who has set such a greater purpose?

The moment of life and death’s meet is quite....

An oddity. We kiss and hug, to showcase our love.

But with what body, thought or word should EVER,

--EVER begin to speak so... sweetly? 

As if the blossoms of every flower is to burn with blood

-- whilst dripping from the spines of thorns.

Grow boldly, tiny Goddess. Your forest here, is an old man’s

once forgotten finest. Please (dearest little) forsake no brother.

They fight and kill, all destroy over your affection, remember me.

"People and kin are birthed to envision a life.

One that perhaps, did not exist before them."

The velocity tells where the position is. Due to a definitive fact, such as the traveling speed, one can calculate where it will be, thus... The location.

If the question of "what is a particle?" Is asked, it would be subjected to the environment in which it has been placed. Because each and every physical thing in our existence, we reflect or "perceive" is a projection.

This natural observation/understanding is how blind or deaf people still "see" color, or "hear" sound.

It is also why we as a species can continously learn, forget, or change information.

Because any context: past, present and future, are memories. We are constantly expelling energy, outward thus, we live out our thoughts, before we can act upon any of them, with our emotion(s) or "vibrations". We can (inevitably) travel faster than the light that built us, within very few exceptions.

For real physists only

When a person can physically connect more than one dot at a time...

The world’s intelligible devices have surpassed their own mind.

I chose the one thing I knew...

I still cannot possess it.

"The gods smiled down upon her. She was the one, their only creation willing to sacrifice herself, for bettering man. Yet he was a fool, his voice lacked luster, a type of deeper meaning. Even worse... those words were used forever, without purpose, lost on the first human who tried to define her. God, I could never forgive myself."

"Forgiveness is simply moving forward."

"I believe, that the kind of faith people need is controlled by coincidences which may be too miraculous for anyone to deny. There must be a state where all people of freedom realize the extent of care each person already has."

Remember:

People are always afraid of the person's confidence,

-Not ever (not once) for their courage.

The cobblers' stone was broken into chips, gripping around the outside edges of each crease where every seismic material had previously collided. She bridged the water & hell; the type that once (upon many occasions) stole both ships and land. I reached outward, attempting to hold her hands, just before the tide, it already washed away her blond hair with a physicists laboratories and chemicals. She was a trash, a waste. Most men (nor other women) could fathom her eternal value. Love, love -she was my ONLY love. This was, after all, the story of... "How One Little Life": a tiny woman, weakened the mortal's god-forged shields and these swords of our armies.