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What the hell is artistry? Who knows, many people have thought about it but none have found the answer.
Some say is related to art, others, think it goes the opposite way, giving the word a double edge feel.
comfort? Is that what everyone wants in their life? What they want, in their core, in their heart?
Why? Why have a boring live, why live with the same stuff everyday! No! Sick, that is wrong, please! Think about it and live without comfort.
You were radical, you were something else at the time. Now, I see you and your ideas, everything you believed in, what you made me believe... and can't think of a way to tell me, and believe myself, this was the worst lover I ever had.
He relate the story, he wanted them to hear it, to change what they thought about the storyline. He wanted to make his own story, one which could make everyone the the best of the people, of him.
Their love was mutual, they loved each other so fully that maybe, the gods were envious. They never saw others as enemies, be cause they both, only saw each other only.
How could they forget, something so glorious about them.
But time changed them, they did to one another. They changed what they eat, who they frequented, whatever the other one was not pleased with, and with that, they fell into numbness. They hated each other, as then they didn't loved what they had become. Yet they stayed together, they were, as I said, for each other, forever.