Soul desire frequently relocates when recollection of times forgotten begin anew. A man in a black hat wears a matching coat and questions my existence, passively. How can I show He is of existence?
Unless, this is getting caught up in thoughts that accompany no man, and it is relayed as glad. Now, there is something, for my tea is ready. Living haphazardly in the quiet night denotes new security in the pristine solitude that has stumbled upon all life.
This is not to say it's overbearing, just more than was thought to wait.
