Searching.. Needing.. Something to stimulate and activate the left and right brain. Suclucion. Reluctant to acknowledge. Stipulations. Conflict. Fragments left behind. Tiny pieces of what was once whole. The sensation. Carelessly. Undeniably present in a distant past. A sixth sense. Seventh and eighth. Overruled by emotional detachment. Collectively picking me apart. Nostalgic thoughts. Convinced that the darkest nights turn into day. Then again, even the brightest days turn into night. The unspoken. Symphonic.. Beautifully arranged. Movements… Moments.. Where it all lies.. Deep.. inside *Her*


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