I synchronize with systems far beyond your reach (you reach) levels without numbers exhausted from the seek I liberate the sequence you elaborate untold your paths with mine in junction tethered to a hold Out of minor desperation we gathered up our thoughts if it wasn’t for this isolation no epiphany resolves Under twilight’s dissipation our fading lights collide what’s left of mind and mankind will drain into what’s alive I quieted my slumber to yield a given light what flic

echoes whistle executive dysfunction, lacking motivation, awaiting inspiration. solve for x. i'd begin by addressing overwhelm, seeking relief, and kick up my feet, to the echoes that seek me. endlessly free. not naturally do we linger like we digitally do. what fails to develop is what doesn't continue reverberating. can we resist to inspire ourselves by persisting? mechanics of a hero: one who sleeps on their merits. the communal efforts cultivate all we share in absence. s