The Notion Of My Motion Comments

I was within a tableland. The name of my tableland is silence. Now I can walk, am able to utter. But I can’t stare at the tabor of my silence.
The earth also cites me that he was also silent. And we were hers. I am puzzled and so on….
Now I am the father of time being. An arena has been created for playing. But when, the field is acceded. I have been the player in confidence. Who says me a player? To be a player a ground is needed. Mind is the ever ground for that. He always sends a message to his nearest feelings. So he is a haberdasher so called. I call him alive partner. Alive means not only the mood of being fresh all times. Alive means the haggle of natural flow. The more I want to be alive the more I am bound to be virtual. Then I have to endure the virulence of the earth. On that mean time the green earth
turned to be viscid earth. We want a idea for satisfaction. The ultimate ulterior of the idea is heaven. Day after day I am habituated by this word. Not for the belief but for the love of heyday habit. And I am yearning for the entrance in the heaven. Only for that I am able to consider earth tiny toy. What I watch, what I think in front of my reality makes me insane. Because everything is the doth of meaningless. Sustain marker kisses the mind. Mind waddles around the wanted earth-heaven. Then there is no alternative to narrate the earth mood.
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