I hope you see it one day like I do now. This world is nothing as it may seem, we deprive ourselves the purest if glories and hide from it's gleam. Leaving us wondering further from what was once rooted in our creation. The distractions of the world and our hearts blind us of our own distraction, our obduction from our purest fiction, which is reproduction. Not of the body but of the soul, reproduce the things that made you whole. So the next has somewhere to go, to branch away from what was your life as a whole. It's never about us and always about the after, but we all choose to be selfish as if nothing else has matter, and we end up choosing the ladder,
But that's all just one concept that might be found,
I'm sure there are so many more that coild are around,
No matter what perspective, just the one, we are bound,
And in the end of it all everything will become just one, for you I hope that you keep go, of the things that hold you back on a frequency so low, and before you take your final breath, you've come too know the same truths that I've come to know. Look creation in her face and find her beauty and you'll find yourself.
©justin_ur
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