her bonnet casts blue upon the floor the baby interacts with her world the yellow button presses the bear out - bear cries intersecting dynamics equating revolutionary views monoliths approaching black and square - encroaching, the dignity of the few Lyn believes in the radius of her experience trusting with her heart, she puts forth the effort to tear worlds apart faithful pews, creaking in the absence of two one and two, her and truth organist relays beautiful cymatic renewals of floof, poof, over the pews, the chapel strains into the sky, cerulean blue again, constrains the death of flies who fly hoods pulled tight, hands held close grasping onto one another, everyone expects the choice clinging on, it's impossible in the wind green fluid resonance timidly sinning, even in it's end after all is over, Lyn lays in her bed and thinks about the 8th year during which she learned the most important fact, fundamental in it's eloquence, yet unnoticed, was too tame, she says outloud "accept loss forever and everything will be the same"
My grandpa once sat down next to me in a gazebo and sketched a blue jay for me when I was 4 years old. What a day. I agree.
Don't feel bad it's not like I needed that when I was 4 years old. I am equally screwed now, as far as having a non judgmental mentors go LOL
The future you might say is full of opportunity. Killing might create a greater dilemma than the one you are regretting. You could ask.
