Chapters in their life are as invisible pieces of string. Only when to grasp those memories the string illuminates and opens like a passage.
Cannot be much of an opportunity if this door will appear all magik and colourful. Only about to do a disappearing act in its process. Seems to be it just wanted to let you know what could have had.
Not sure bosom buddies seems appropriate for the circumstances. Practically a large breasted man acting like are carrying them as a child. If that's what to prefer to call eachother. Sobeit.
In the grasp of the fingers have coinage. And because cannot fit anymore coins within that grasp, are now saying are feeling the pinch.
Think you need that head checking.
No. Are not the bright spark, just the dude who is about to create a lit fuse. The real spark is that who designed the purpose for what is about to commence. So try thinking the pawn in their game of chess, instead. Might find the others who get left behind will know for exactly what are.
In the forest; a focal point is as a delicate vase. Positioned in the centre for all around to observe. Fragile to touch yet priceless to behold. It contains all it has with it in the room. Builds upon it, settles within, and emerges like the air to breathe. However, if that vase suddenly breaks, everything that connects to it falls away.
Isaiah Ch.24:V.11 " - There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone."
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