Looking up in despair not knowing what tomorrow holds is agonistic.
The donjons we hoover reflect the gigantic obstacles we face in our life movies as we act our script or yet a soap to be cast.
Throwing punches to mythical objects, hilariously wrestling with our inner beings counting our opposite primates to the opposing camp, looking at them as enemies stubbing our casing yet ignoring the enemy within.
Like the tomato and apple chart wondering why colors exchange and development emerge.
The configuration of love is like the exchange of colors; just like the tomato turns red and the apple green and full maturity so does care about one another silencing and quenching the enemy within.
Just a little more caring dismisses the acts of violence, but if we continue to think of separation then we are bridging malice and hatred where the product of that marriage has always been anarchy as history speaks in court of testifying of this.
Choosing the ultimate marriage will be a portrait of peace and unity. If we allow Peace and Unity to date; henceforth marriage. We are then creating that perfect environment for hatred and Malice to divorce, hence killing violence.
I love you should be that sweet soothing melody that provokes freedom not the walls of separation; If unity and peace are so strong then why are there pieces of love that don’t belong; The division of lines, color, accent, and so on are united by red … the blood within….
