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I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them

This is like the end of a movie.

I love you as a friend, I long for you as a lover. But you need space, While I need time. And in between, There is distance.

Comedy is tragedy plus time

how will we understand what it is in human societies that produces violence if we refuse to recognize the humanity of those who commit it?

Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.

sharp like an edge of a samurai sword the mental blade cut through flesh and bone though my mind’s at peace, the world out of order missing the inner heat, life gets colder oh yes, I have to find my path no less, walk on earth, water, and fire the elements compose a magnum opus

my modus is operandi is amalgam steel packed tight in micro chip on my armor a sign of all-pro the ultimate reward is honor not awards at odds with the times in wars with no lords, a freelancer a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and tear dry wonder why a lone wolf don’t run with a klan only trust your instincts and be one with the plan

some days, some nights some live, some die in the way of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battle cry

some days, some nights some live, some die in the name of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battle cry (a battle cry)

Tasks begin with scattered bits, No shape nor intent. Just the remnants of an abstract notion.

Stumbling amongst the binary, A certain order emerges from the chaos. Bits steadily merge to pieces, Arbitrary threads expressed through time.

Until uncertainty creeps in through the branches. Interrupting flows and disrupting cues, Cascading dissonance and disconnect.

This too is a part of the process. Withdrawing; resting and resetting. Till edges crystallise to focus, Revealing what is and what can be.

Then render the tacit arrangements Until the threads become rope And all the pieces become parts And all the parts become the sum Of the whole– the thrill of the end. Then begin again.

Paprika’s eye remained fixed on Noda’s chest as she spoke. “You won’t mind me looking like this, will you? I just want you to kiss me goodbye. Just once.”

The biggest mistake I made was believing that if I cast a beautiful net, I’d catch only beautiful things