Do you know that moment, when time stops, and it’s only you and that person in the universe dueting bohemian rhapsody; every single symbol, every note, every heart beat streaming through the veins of fantasy versus reality. It’s the new reality of time and space within those precious breaks against the river bank. Against the steam boat’s chaotic churns of rapid paint of blues and purples; the color of silence embodies the soul of wonder and loath. The loath of what could be the sea of a twin identity, not me, we, there, everywhere in a land of doubt to the infinity of seconds. Seconds of blossoming beauty we shared in despair. Confidentiality weakens the limbs before the seel crashes and burns the beauty of what was known as a, “low blow,” for what I thought was brilliance ended in resiliance.
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