I DID IT!!!!! LOOK!!!

One day... Every mortal will reflect into each of the only mortal, and earthly understanding from all of their own life.

We will then face that ultimate, immortal, and eternal recognition.

We will, and can only be forced to see. To learn -without any further or future ability, that we cannot deny ourselves of. That our dreams (each ethereal reality) will become so poetically and philosophically pungent to anew awoken life, this that demands a-most-sought-after Heaven. Just as it is simultaneously destroyed within the Hell...

of our only one, nightmare.

Have I lost, you? Or do we simply just forget what love is meant to be? -I am dying (you should know?)

I personally experienced a near-death experience 16 days after this post was entered into the digital-network (through a military-grade knife and an NAVY-trained personnel). Wildness.

"I smile, like drytears of emotionless eyes."

Words are the resulting formation of sound.

Each language creates the basis for those worlds.

10 things that a man should never be!

(1-10): Perfect.

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.

The greatest known secret of animal and their kin is:

“We must dig deeper than our roots...

and bloom brighter than our fruits.”

She spoke, simply freely and alone.

It was a silence, in an motionless stare.

The stone missed, each one, every hit!

They spited their moshes,

The mechanic of a cell...

Its creation of organisms.

Dots and lines... an endless sense of mass.

--The infinity of eternal circles and spheres.

Uncomparable

I chose the one thing I knew...

I still cannot possess it.