As weeks turn to dust, the interval climbs. It climbs a little staircase, as it moves up, previous interventions are cast away. My interventions, your interventions, their interventions. Single weeks write short stories, but knowledgeable lessons. The toddler interval, baby step after baby step. Stuck in the middle. One step up! The previous disappears, but only infinite space ahead. The step is fading! You have to jump to reach the upcoming stair, to continue for climax. To put it in lamest terms, the weeks go at the speed of sound. People come and go, lessons stay. To learn is to survive. To survive is to learn. A world so vast, emotionally you might not be able to handle it. I get so consumed by one thing, the next thing leaves without a chance. My lesson right there. Handle things well, handle them quick.
The interval, the summer greed. A greed for summer. A release, or more like parole, from the hell house: school. Back, and forth. It is school every. Single. Day. Controversy, every. Single. Day. No names, just regret and denial. Twists and turns. But it all comes to an epic halt. A buissness call put on hold, never returned.
Watch yourself, people can hurt, people can be hurt, but you can stop it. You stop and they stop. They stop and you stop. What am I specifically talking about?
Controversy, fights, this happens to the world. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. What I'm saying is, why can't we just throw our hate and sickness in the trash, and start over with a fresh canvas and brush? And paint pictures we dare to hate, but love to love. We reach dead ends. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. But yet at the same time, we build new roads. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
LOVE TO LOVE SOMEONE. HATE TO HATE SOMEONE.
Lets go build some roads.
The interval, the summer greed. A greed for summer. A release, or more like parole, from the hell house: school. Back, and forth. It is school every. Single. Day. Controversy, every. Single. Day. No names, just regret and denial. Twists and turns. But it all comes to an epic halt. A buissness call put on hold, never returned.
Watch yourself, people can hurt, people can be hurt, but you can stop it. You stop and they stop. They stop and you stop. What am I specifically talking about?
Controversy, fights, this happens to the world. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. What I'm saying is, why can't we just throw our hate and sickness in the trash, and start over with a fresh canvas and brush? And paint pictures we dare to hate, but love to love. We reach dead ends. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. But yet at the same time, we build new roads. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
LOVE TO LOVE SOMEONE. HATE TO HATE SOMEONE.
Lets go build some roads.
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