Ironic, wanting to be seen yet detest being under the spotlight.
Not seeing for the facts, basically trying to teach a fish how to swim.
If wishing to see for everything, the tears and laughter, then corners will not be cut.
Being for who they are meant to be, defers the fact whether they were already doing, what it is, to believe they do for every visit made.
Can they be called a gold digger when that is exactly what they do naturally. Especially where others leave a trail of clues for their undying love they have.
In the forest; have allowed the surroundings engulf all around. Once in pastures new where to lay within the tall grass. Are now waist deep in swamp and risen waters. Somehow this do not give cause to stop. Still continuing as if fate has delivered these new ways of surviving.
Ezekiel Ch.37:V.4 " - Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the LORD."
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