You know When you get to Serenity?
That is what I have always been thinking of. Architecture is to fashion what fashion is to architecture. An embodiment. But it is not quite as easy to recognize, and reconcile, since the truth won't come. The truth won't happen due to a passing cloud. The truth is already here, within. But don't get me wrong, not necessarily within reach.
At the top of the Montain She has always been waiting for her, for her fiancée. She has not arrived yet, but she feels the calmness of an imminent arrival. She know she's coming...
Her hands have felt warmer today, she thinks the pressure is down. Maybe she's wrong. Looking far ahead the wind has changed direction, and is suddenly coming towards her.
[the fiction of choice encapsulated in modular white store interiors is now recreated]
She has found Love in herself. After so much hatred, so much Red. But...Wait a minute. The world is still spinning, but in her imaginary doesn't show as a circumference, but as fire-warm sliding lava. Her breath has been recovered.
Manier times people has not believed the Tale of Serenity, but its only because they have not been there. Their hearts remain cold, where the fog gathers and dissolves peoples surroundings into a sea of white. From serenity they look confused, and they seem to walk in circles. Full Circle. has never happened. Maybe this is the Pinnacle of Serenity?
If Serenity has been whispering your ear, she has not intended to frighten you. On the contrary, she is trying to reach your soul, depending how much is buried
[you soul deepens every time you access controlled environments where the generic prevails]
Maybe you have found security in Insecurity. Maybe you have found a new Serenity. That place needs to remain yours, for its the place of inspiration. Believe me. A crown will make you taller, but it will make you feel smaller, for you have to bear the ring of perfection. Full Circle.
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State Security(SS) is a must, and lies within your pants. Bring them down, and you will lead the nations to a halt. Or so has been said in Serenity. Overall I hope you are not being ridiculous, I hope you have had it, had it enough, to the exent of satisfaction. If not, maybe it is the time to try again. For love remains not high in the mountain
[I have worked for all of this therefore it remains mine]
it lays within.
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