The Formulas For Mass

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.

Why?! Why God... how have you learned of my many unforeseeable ways?

Did you truly march upon the soil and earthly roads to teach me?

-Surely the being an “All knowing, Omnipresent form” could have, just as easily silenced me with the understanding of what any person truly is or needs!

I much enjoyed the well-stated silence, however, when does that same light cease to burn my flesh and eyes... and instead sets course to my prior and blackened past?

Do we ever, “validate” our choices through the support of fellow personalities?

-or as mere beings of mortal composition contain us within these predictable behaviors.

Light is (or can become) calculated through a cubic and ‘square’-based mathematical equation. One, where, the formula dictates the understanding of how a “beam” or a “linear-state” can showcase the light into a three-dimensional graph on an X, Y axis.

This particular formation of an undefinable and indefinite mass (infinity if we may) is produced through the most comprehensive and entirely unique collision of frequencies

-In essence, the principality or “law” of light MUST include (without question) the mass of a singular particle, the speed of

An object can only expand or contract, solely due to the singular mass that is used to formulate it.

The No.RAM Gene.

How’ve I?

-Worldly letters that deliberately pisses on a flat-floored pile of cycled shit for a repurposed fate.

Did the continuum of endless rowing lights... -did those GOD-DAMNED LIGHTS burnout my retinas through the excessive exposure of indoor ceilings?!

It’s a sickly emotion!

I feel as if I should still be eating the fleshly package of any remaining parcels, should any actually exist. I can’t say what the pain taught me then. Shit, I can’t even say what I have learned, today!

I’ll admit -that my feces is shit… plagues like sickly cells, the reaver of dreams, another reaper. Hands on blood, mud on shoe. Who of which two must you also choose these too?“

The Watch

Lifeless machine, mechanical dream.

Who may we be, inside of a colorless sea?

Does this reality, beckon safety to your sunken ships?

Give them a light for your shore... a long lost truth.

Forgive oceanic and ancient’s waves

--they are, as they once were... enslaved.

Count them, the sins.

I will stay, crashing on broken bays.

I’ve a world, larger than any intergalatic measurement! Who speaks of one planet, that has returned to itself...

The one and ONLY reality each being of Godliness has ever known?

-These are the EXACT people that have either lost or sacrificed everything!

THEY DO NOT KNOW! Universes are beyond a shape or color...

That’s what makes the knowledgeable idea so ideal and perfection

“just mediocre”.

Punishment is like a handful of fiery-granules, test-tubes.

I found this... that place, my home -at the center of your soul. I've given everything to make sure that you forever see, just how beautiful, you are to me."

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“Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.”

— Mandy Hale

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