The Diary of a Late Bloomer (34)

Grew up in a small town 

And when the rain would fall down 

I’d just stare out my window 

Dreaming of what could be 

And if I’d end up happy
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Breakaway, so stay!

She had then no better option than triving, striving and winning; the given game of life. She had enough of sorrow but not to make it an excuse to make a stop; yet another reminder to humbling outright even already in self-sufficent. Much as it tired her out the walking, much as it is somehow hazy still the future view, she keeps firm the tomorrow’s mysteries as a given divine gift. As cauticiously she made traces in leaving the seconds of the wholeness of time, for yet a breakaway, yet an invention of undiscovered side. She tried her best to revel in the most terrifiying thunderbolt. She used then of the worst to expect the least, but worth still even only a small leap. She denied not of feeling misplaced but the best she dealth with it. Would she ever touch the sky?all she knew, future would not betray present effort, so stay! 

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Wanted to belong here 

But something felt so wrong here 

So I prayed I could break away

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The Diary of a Late Bloomer (33)



Futures made of virtual insanity now

Always seem to , be governed by this love we have

For useless , twisting , other new technology


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What is future made of? 

Virtual Insanity aside. What about uniform integration, uniform conciousness? In order to create a sustainable society we need to raise this sense of urgeness. A sustainable society is condusive, fertile and prolific society; let’s call it another way of saying ‘imagined society’. A society that puts the fellow heads live harmoniously and cast aside differences. And it can only be exist not a mere make-believe society if there is a uniform up to bottom conciousness, a uniform integration from several diversed layers, only then the kind of sustanaible society will come into being. Why is it important? In order to create cosmos, to eradicate chaos, even better makes it non-existence. Uniformity is formed from a contagious single head counciousness; 100 can’t be in its full number without additonal 1, thus to create larger we can’t overlook even the miniscule, because it can’t be a solid form with a hole in it still. Small leap of counciousness what creates bigger. It is starting from our being aware of our chosen endevour, hence to raise counciousness it started from one single head, it is started from me!


The Diary of a Late Bloomer (32)

I can take your hands
And you can take my heart

And you keep it, save it

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Does your heart want what it wants all the same?

She left the soul only to be cherished. She traced back in a flash, it always brought her two cheeks crimson blush. “If I am to define why he causes a lasting tremor in my stomach, this line from the Great Grastby perfectly portrays him,’If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.’ Not to that extreme extent, like any souls in a game of love, exaggerating is par for the course.” She knew what drew him in, the better acquaintance she was, the more she was assured. For the heart gave justifiable reasons, the many reapraisal only to make a confirmation bias, but she let her heart made compromise with the brain, for what it really wanted. “When everyone is looking for, I think I have found it all in you.”