TheChoose.

We live, learn and then at times, we forget how we can be so submissive to the things we find real.

Our reality.

(mine and my perspective.)

Folded as we were welcomed, nature or nurture, or am I wrong? Is it instance or a phycological form of the modern primitive reaction for both men and women?

We are aquatic at heart.(invited to this world of so much harm, unwillingly. [ex. The little mermaid, the sacrifice to go from living in water, tempted and desired to take that leap.] explosive like any society which we try to create here, this is all we know, so why not make the best out of it. Born from anything far from empty. Driven by will and the future we picture.) born in a bag of feelings and creativity. Sacred in every way the temple that women are.

(that's the dream)

WE.

One will focus on their dream come true..to know who will paint or canvas it.

(most try to paint, but molded, through colors and creating something so unique, Different in every shade,... shape.)

Free, finding/ find peace.

Who knows.

..\._./

Colors that we interpret every day, rise, yet set shades.

We are forced by the same will to close and awaken to such a light but were connect to every spectrum.

I hope we can one day understand and connect to the force and will that connects us to communicate with who we chose, fellow or not.. But yet respect and try because we will never know what we can bring together without trying.

If we could only give us an opportunity.

-Hex

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