barreward
Means both to arise from a slumber and also a celebration of one who has entered into one for infinity. This, I think, qualifies it as an antonym.
Fiction fiction fiction... there's truth in it you know. Analogies are an age old means of establishing truths when facts run dry. That is not to say they're Gospel. And that saying itself has lost all meaning now as we know Gospel to be fiction.
Taking stock of situation, phrasing is handy as an inroad but maybe not insight. People's certainties lead to discrepancies which in turn give birth to violence: doubt is the essence of humanity. Doubt leads to questioning, our only truly human trait. Abuse it.
You are I am we all are even though it sometimes doesn't exist does it? Incorrect, thus my point has been proved. Most wrongs are leading to rights and right itself has left.
In bed making music whilst our dreams are sailing. Who are you loving? Who am I? A thousand different faces peer back through dim lighting down the years, all of whom are loved and lust me in return.
Where'd it all go wrong, is a q that's been asked of me countless times. When did I go right is a more insightful one. From a bespectacled self-confessed nerd who loved stamp-collecting to a teenager who learned to love stamping on peoples' faces and heads, my story follows.
Weathering storms in temperate climates, the hot headed redhead blew his carrot top once again. This time the frivolous catalyst was none other than a misplaced remote control which was harder to find than to simply press the button on the tv but didn't stop the search nor the explosive tantrum itself.