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Hashed and whisked away, i sit at a new moment, in a new life, a new sense, sensation.
mystic language is used to say it in the raw form of expression, plainly, in the hope that empathy will find you.

peace? thats not quite what it is that i've found. i'm sure my language will start to change too in due course. to wake up one day and realise that you speak a different language from yesterdays, and think in different routes, though the old ways are never forgotten entirely.

maybe it will only be me myself, entires this, from the future vantage-point: all these words that i've arranged here. a simple arrangement of alphabets, in accepted combinations and groups, each containing associations to domesticated occurrances and concepts. domesticated like wild animals that are made to learn or follow what we want from them.

i love her.
i love all things.
i need to show her my love for her.
i need to learn to live in the world and show her that i can behave. that i can subsist and live effectively.
i need to show the world.
i need her.
i need the world.

make no mistake, she and the world aren't opposite weights of the balance.
i have to save the world, where i live and live off of and was born and will die.
i have to protect her, who i am with.
i'm with her, she with me.
i'm with the world, and the world with me.
she, part of my world.

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