PlayWithSquirels

Between every hour and every sentence demolished by single vessels imprinted by faith. we captivate life as if it were our own. yet in truth it belongs to no one but it's own maker. we praise upon statues and corridors created by beliefs and undefined articles of seeming trust. we give ourself hope for a future we can't even decipher. trust in words we can't even describe. balance in emotions we haven't even begun to comprehend. all around us we are abandoned into a center where we meet. all the exiled are gathered yet still aware of how alone each of their thoughts may reach. our lungs filled with admiration from the joy we once fel

    [Constructed Misplacement] In every moments conscent,I have established an impossible revolution. In my years ..and hopes I have lost tears and gained despair. And still in this..i am alone. An inconcevable sigh..one desperate truth is deprived. Still in this...i am alone. Futures lost and unprepared..hidden torments in my heart i bare...yet,still in this...i am alone. This heart shaped paper ...wont burn in my flames. Slow constant hazel...blurred,still in depth. As to this,only programs perform so well.. and beside me,connections scarcefully are misspelled. Have i forgotten what is to be known? Or am i still in this...so alon