Can anyone fathom my ferocity; the battles constantly waged inside me? But the illusion seems to be rather misleading, well sort of…but is perception so vulnerable to judgment? Opinion is not understood by many who hold it – there is always confusion marring knowledge from baring its soul…
But we always value what we hold dear, we protect it and try to preserve; we follow the cycle. The opinionated always see what others can’t see, they feel they can smell the way the world smells. Wisdom peeps through the cracks on the wall, besieged by the trappings of comfort.
I know a friend on the other side who thinks friendship is too sacrosanct for sex, guess he has never heard the term ‘fuck buddies’ or ‘friends with benefits’. I can only pretend to be besotted by the weird humor…
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