Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

do not disturb... still, — love has been on ATI, supervised and very well cared each of its breath was controlled, — every part of its body, likewise its blood's microns were oxygenated too, — has been in good hands... life's lights have yelled invoked love's holiness traumatized the lethargy chased away darkness revived it, reviving me...

stop; don’t try to divine anymore some answers generated into a day... (of whatever's tomorrow) if the thoughts slipped out of the brain box but got treated as if they weren't well-packed 𓇼 murmured, out of the blue, the wind's whisper, trying to temper me, melodic… (just a little bit) with the drastic formula of a sensitive topic about the one who has a chiaroscuro intellect 𓇼 intermediary, music flows, inviting rain to laugh (without modesty), in my boundlessness, which owns numerical superiority in any adventure of the truth, while it dances with else's delusions...