Apparently life is constructed so that no one can fill it ... just ... A flower is not enough to have pistils and stamens ... and an insect or the wind must enter the pistil in the yarn ... Life is the same, containing its own void that only one can fill. Apparently the world is the sum of those single and yet we do not know tell us that we complement each other. We live in a scattered ... ignore each other ... Sometimes, we would find objectionable the presence of the other ... Why the world is constructed in a way so ... messy? ... A horsefly bathed in light is about to fly a small flower ... I've been, unknowingly, the gadfly of someone ... Maybe you too have ever been my breeze. Air
Doll
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