weld`ing [1]::
When does one breathe?
Like sip the air so slowly you can taste the colour.
.. ...breathe like freedom.
To liberate our souls from bound shackles and unwept memories.
Where we purify our tears in the slow precipitation from elusive illusion to a physical dreamification.
And yes, I mean dreamification.
dream`ificat`ion [1]:;
(i)where all those pockets of brilliant imagination unconsciously reside in the depths of your heart; (ii)where you take your leap of faith into a void abyss that bears the fruits of your vigour and passion for life; (iii)where your questions paradoxically are answers; (iv)your aspirations are synced in life; (v) an embodiment of faith` your dreams become reality.
I carve a role for your structure, I breathe when you tell me.
Fused to you I am whole.
I crystallize in your soul.
xo to all. peace.
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