As I find myself under the glare of opposition, the variables of disagreement pertaining to my desires, I find an older spot of myself making union once more. Find the things behind my eyes stirring once more in their chatty ways. I had grown comfortable, far too comfortable and complacent, and in doing so become more attached to the subtle treats awarded those who do not try harder.
I am growing distant once more, colder and losing visibility of the softer sides to myself for a time. Alas, the dreams grow further vivid yet again and in greater numbers. I am lost in this world albeit I have a feeling I will cut the roads with a much sharper hand from this time.
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