Tailor a tendency and lay it bare in a bid of demonstration for someone to care. Illumination of the ribcage and the bounty of your mortality are confined further in your cell of a body and lay in the darkness of your reality. Are you red? Are you blue? Do you even have clue? Are you sharp? Are you blurred? Do you find it all absurd? So sure of a system that stems from seeds and survives the summer with sunlight? Making a melody of manufacturing and manpower to meddle in malevolence for your personal future.
Tie a costal goodbye to every private moment and allow the gratitude of existence to permeate into every atom of the body, every concave blood cell a sonorous bell ringer, harking the delivery of one more beautiful, rapturous day on this little rock we share. I can get annoyed and frustrated the same way that anyone else can in this world but… the fact that we have the capacity to feel frustration in the first place is a candid reminder, to me at least, to never let things truly get to me. We’ve got one life to make it all seem worthwhile.
Jordan Parker 
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