emancipating my worries has taught me how to release and not bury – for healing, you should never feel you have to be in a hurry…
time can be free if you use it wisely – I’ve made that mistake, but I also take responsibility, without any pride in me…
the world and I have a peculiar kinship with explicit boundaries [determining its ambience, even that varies] – I like to think that I transition similar to binaries…
my creativity doesn’t make sense until it’s employed to a circumstance that can seem [to me] immense; analyzing mistakes made by self infliction, can make the finish line appear farther down the road…
basically all I’m saying is I cannot complain if I am a willing to devote.
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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