Everything is smoothly doing so, just some things await for that moment to grasp. And the smooth operation just slides into motion like a clean whistle.
Getting inside their mind is a contraption to work out, with a little bit of chemistry and mind over matter will grant the way.
There are times where it is the natural sense of an atmosphere that keeps their motivation going. Like trying to keep warm by encouragement during a moment of being left out in the cold.
Two types of trapdoors, the one that is shut to stop anyone going in. And then, the latter of one that is opened and tempting to go inside. Which one lures the mind more to be curious enough?
No matter how loudly to speak they still walk all over your words, for saying exactly what a little birdy has already told them. Others are already juggling with theirs and just add more chaos to their circus act.
In the forest; being comfortably seated has for that focus ahead for those concerns. Hearing their voice in front to consider future plans, yet are not hearing the same voice that fills the surrounding background. Like a withered rose laying dormant but still in bloom, thorns in its side, just waiting to pick up again. As this comfortable feeling gives no cause of woes to lean back upon.
In the stones; there'll be tears before bedtime but they shall give the light of day to wipe them away, since it is the wept teardrop that sown the seed and watered shall they be reigned upon thereafter, love is not so hooked for knowing a whiplash of a sting in a tail that surrounds the flame and where water touches fire leaves a footprint behind.
Acts Ch.16:V.17-18 " - The same followed Paul and us, and cried, saying, These men are the servants of the most high God, which shew unto us the way of salvation.
- And this did she many days. But Paul, being grieved, turned and said to the spirit, I command thee in the name of Jesus Christ to come out of her. And he came out the same hour."
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