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Metamorphosis

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Every man in his pride wept for his past, and in secret, lamented for the expiring of his time along with the age- the inevitability of his mortality and the worst thing he can’t defend himself. Subtlety of my seductive fallacy, then, towards the vanity of the world allured multitudes of images (intellectual and emotional complex in an instant of time), among which I found the reflections or rather existence of hers perfectly corresponding to the explicate and inplicate orders of my morphic resonace. There, torqued, begins the story of my infinite passion for my amorita; from there, everything began to be a mythical cosmic battle between faith and chance.

What voice was that kept me alive in her thoughts and obviated the hiatus of facinorous time?

Eloquence of silence in absolute immersion of hers hatched the abundance of her thoughts and divine proportions of unconditional and nonpareil affection, which carved her nonbeing into a dainty being, arrested the entire universe whence the time stopped. Passion replaced the affection and all of its denominations. Evading from the massive gravity of memory, I happened to meet her on the shores of some utopian floating islands whence time began to run faster than its previous pace. Debarked on the shore, I found the sublime and plentiful Garnet surpassing the glory of sun; now, I see a vessel…!
Enchanted, but the credibility of mine exceeded the fascinations, fondness and infatuations of my impetuous sentiments into a passion; chaos I’m living in is an order yet undeciphered or explained by any of the available measures or definitions of things, it is ‘you’!



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