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Your Own Profession, You know the Truth a.

You are poet, though you might create some words chain in intriguing some unexpected nuance talking.


In fact, absolutely, we all will never be able to evade any kind of interlocked reality, forevermore.


Thereby, after all, only never attached feeling could never be persistently held in mind and, only very easily to any item, you should be distanced so appropriately, you know. 


Though getting rid of own attached stance must have you so nicely able to opt any item so appropriately.


But you are so good at analyzing everything, thus, you occasionally stop everything, and how you should harmonize or execute your own unidentified nature you inherently have in mind.


You certainly have no idea around how you accept your own nature, truly everything is not that obviously accepted in mind nor interpreted so well.


In expressing something, opting word or so is not that easily done, never yet, very harder writhing in agony is coming up to you.


Far from it, everything can be in darkness, you have so exhausted minded time so constantly so long hours. Those are your own discipline.


Nevertheless, unexpectedly, hard discipline is not that fruitful, far from it, very cheaper necessity evil or so, though more creative method must never be left at unknown place.


In fact, only the thing must be so integral, no other thing is not that vital so far, you know.



(Irregularly continued)




Jan. 4th.  2023