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You are hysterical. Your actions your words your mannerisms. It makes me smile inside where I didn't know I could be happy. When I am so confined to my thoughts and seriousness you remind me of the lighter side of God's love.
Humanity. Trees. Nature. Stripped to nothing. Emotions. Primal. I feel. I am more than. We are more than. We were not built to exist in basicness. We evolve. Or we try. Become better than the status quo.
Tables are uniting. There is so much space across them. We are worlds away from each other. I can't hold your hand. You are too far away. Tables are dividing. It keeps me from your warmth.
A bench is a unity place. We sit waiting for others. We are seperate with the people we sit with, isolated from their lives. Can we converse? or will we just wait for familiarity? I prefer to speak, but God knows I'm nervous.
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