Lured into the mystery of excitement away from the nonchalant entity of boredom the ripples take over. Calmly observant the basking of something other manifests into existence. From the maker within the story unfolds as the willing enter flames of playful indulgence. We are our own maker from thoughts hence forth. Be it not our will but illusion. Grasp the excitement like a child in play a joyous life will be. Hearts a fire inspired by curious notions of pleasure. The seekers seek their own stories away from the hidden agenda’s of others. What a pleasurable time sort when in fruition. We are one mass of cloud with differing plumes of smoke. Our love is endless and remains the same.


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