Within exploration of consciousnesses in realms of alertness. Ponder less and realize more. Become one with realization, not the reliance on cybernetic protocols. Cybernetics do not reveal a world of it all. Rather only face value. A damning mistake I have been making ever since I took course to the very devices we name to be those that teach, provide experience & elaborate the minds of those outside of local borders. Your very portal does not require even the slightest of tools, but insights to others. Putting shoes on that aren't yours so you can read the room. Observe the others users and the meaning of every post. Dynamic & Understanding comes in value like gold. For when I make decisions where judgement also follows suite. Then I realize and become consciousness. 

Significance into my origin of reasoning orbits my longing of a midnight soul. Cybernetics have negatively affected my act within journey. Distortion became the canvas. The very brush was not permitted in most parts of said longing. The same can be said for longing of ruling this very website. Clouded in confusion with misunderstanding prevents me from ever rising through my own ranks I set forth. But the clock can be thrown out. Drawing board on the table. Soon I will be king. One where the crowd comes to rejoice the emeralds of well being; not depressive eras they over lap into after the next then onward. May it come to a close finally. Be there be, a new day with a new dawn. Forever soon, can it all be free.

Emeralds were the true mist of grand mountains. Fog in it's own. For it's nature never pronounced it's own name. Yet the trilateral components where it lays with heart, soul, and it's mental conformity. Lights of abundant stars shine rays of it's quartz touching upon fields of infinite of the midnight hour. Even without the moon and it's lunar ways, this world was so grand. No sun was even there yet it's glory illuminated through it's cycles. Floral grew. Colors and rainbows of horizons to the very ends of feet. As you walketh onward, you were only surrounded. Does such thing and it's characteristics really exist? If so why is it so hard to be there with it's peace and tranquility? The answer lies within the worlds of those in the worlds of sobs. For when the depression wears. It strains. But when oceans of you and your desire to swim within it all, you feel sensations felt, as if never deserved. They are there. If you are warm which you are. Then better days you think of, are better, even warmer when it's cold. You are the gems and mentioned floral. Yet you cloud yourself in your own judgement. Though you can take the stand and rebuttal it all. It is you that yearns but also the very you that can also be within it all you wish of. 

Dim lamps under the majestic forest. Butterfly bushes of such scenery. Green cuddling the pink, blue and array of floral. Lights of trillions above. Summer chill of the dark. Do you adore it as I do I ask? You lay out the secrets on paper. You tell me the very distant things within them. For you came with your soul into my very presence. Opened my gates to enter my world. You pushed yourself onto me without notice to ensure we do indeed become one. Beatty eyes wondering if you would freak me out as I run my finger on your cheek and fall upon deeply into those very eyes that sparkle even in the dark of nights. Tell me everything as I say with urge. Tell me. Don't sugar coat it. And one by one. Every dark secret comes out in the garden. The flowers still, the trees rustle gently to the breeze. Summer will never end as we stand in this moment of time. The present. The heat and warmth. Cyclones of majestic between us. Nothing hushes this moment now. Only words from your mouth, those eyes. Makes me weak because it seduces me into trillions of psychological emotions never could be described with our senses. But it happens, chemistry, the orchestra. The thrust of hugs, the soft of kisses. Closer, tighter, forever. Within the realms of shrubs, flowers, bushes, and trees. You are the lantern my dear. The one that is dim within this garden of fine and grand. But your dim light doesn't mean anything. It just means you are gentle and innocent with sweetness as you are. I think of you. as you do of me. Wondering, deep within. Of nights where you are in your bed as I am in mine, looking out a window, or closing your eyes as you see the imaginations flutter, dance and sing. You my dear are the music better than pianos and basses. Forever you floral. Forever you are warm. Cozy. Obsess and obsess about me as you will.

I feel so confident. Been feeling so confident. If this place was full of ghost, I'd be down to own this haunted house bitch. Not trying to say I got voices or demons on the side of my bed talking to me. What I'm saying bitch. I run the fucking mental asylum while everyone watches. This isn't no ego swing. Take me as the summer chill, the breeze from the ocean blue. I'm not even mad if I don't even get friends. My friends already exist, that's the souls I dream of. The community I wish to drive. Grooves in my radius at every step I make, every time I look up at the sky. It all smiles back at me. And if I do land me a deranged club of creeps and weirdos, then consider me beyond blessed. Matter of fact. You could say whatever you want in my messages. Tell me how much of a loser I am or tell me I come off as a pretty laid back guy. No fucks given but I would always throw back the shine if you present it first. This is coming from someone that was bullied like a dog in school. Someone that dances in the dark and cheers within the shadows. But someone that kisses every ray of light. Hugs the flowers with my nurturer and has his way with every color he sees.