the flickering flame is imprinted in our souls to tell us we’re safe
there are things that change what is happening into something that can be
sharing ideas has never been easier or more chaotic
a rose has its thorns so beauty can survive while under constant threat
eventually the reasons to do something are irrelevant
we seem to listen when we’re plugged in but not when we’re with each other
it is really true that i have no concept how other people live
we build a fence to either keep something out; or to keep something in
the side we show off is not the side that tells the actual story
beginning the day with something hot and bitter makes it all better
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