What is it that we must hear?

You do not know what they think. let alone what they feel, you think there is a pattern to search, a rupture to fix? There is no path, yet it is inflicted, we find a road..... it gets bumpy. You keep waiting for the time that someday you'll bright.

Just one change, and your visualization of a world will not be the same. Self-awareness becomes a lethal double-edged sword, a hypocritical version of life choices to be respected. A constant sublime word, pricing, framing.... to avoid suspicion of lies.