Upheaval of the top soil is pushing forth new vines.
Plants are growing that have never seen the sunlight...this is my mind based in imagery.
Change is slow, drastic, fast, soon and always daily.
Perhaps we never practice what we preach?
Perhaps we never seem to understand the beat?
His name was McChintley and it was a violent dream affair.
Dull flames of memories igniting...
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We need to chill. Like cucumbers.
however, griping about not being understood can be slightly self satisfactory, but it eventually turns dull.