Heart Beat Stopped.

Even if momentarily, I have lost my words or a desire to even express.

I have to feel. I have to comprehend and I have to understand the impediment on my works in life time well before knowing that was occurring prior anyways.

This hit home and the core to the point that no matter what I do or what I have done, it is being ripped out of my body and my soul at the same time of any chance of affordances of a life of security.

That occurred as it has been silent thought and battle towards discussion after another to no avail.
I continue where I can at my project to connect and find where my answers go is still of a beautiful place, and yet I have continually had others cut me down and wittle down my exterior and internal.

I don't know how I feel with that in connection of Hope and of getting to know….
I find the struggle beautiful even if is once again of the sorrow others wished to have of I so they could do one thing or another concurrently or after the fact.

I chose and I have to accept my environment and work past.

A continued exploration of getting introduced to World History and connecting to such and nevertheless, the personal aspect comes in anyways no matter of what system or of individualness.

A star dims eventually only to maybe find brightness at a later date.

Build from established aspects of generation after generation, a series and project that connection from a discovery and contemplation of question from a discovery while finishing 'Chasing Jabberwocks' twice over protected in copyright towards an eventual finish and complete.

An incomplete journey of understanding that if someone wishes to understand someone then it also comes from a point of what came from before towards seeing where the world unifies in patterned aspect of personal rhythm and a search of what is very much a global rhythm as well to consider that 'something' is there.

Courses Plotted.
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