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loneliness is inescapable. it's roughness persist within, notice your detachment in an alienating prison of unforgettable past. some of us are lost in confusion, to the extent in a belief we deserve that. we attempt letting go. we test the waters, hardly ever do we plunge in. childhood is funny now, we had not the vague concept of things, but that never stopped us. faith showers us with awareness little by little. to pull ourselves back to gravity. how much of you, have you lost the past year? do you still remember, what the ache laid in front of you? touches of poetic reverie to calm the waves a little. little by little we regain trust. never so much devotion. is it selfish, to be engaged in the conviction of bettering oneself, deliberate to grow wherever it led you to go? do not question life, with like-minded people. reality is merely an expression. newborn details emerges from lengthily descriptions: insight into the interior nature. concentrate, you'll discover a new eye-view. float-in the river, to replace the burden to please, with rapid moving toward goals. illuminating conscious with sharpness. be gentle. be gentle with soft strokes. care for you. intimacy is imagination birthed into life. find pleasure-passages enfolding your body. make a home to home love. nurturing dreams for a future, containing the both of you. leave a little room to call change. always.