16 | gillnetting

friction of thoughts; dazzling eyes: glimmering in the skylight, an sombre ambition. Have you ever wondered what you are? If you didn't, you should be then. Sometimes in the form of daughter, son : sometimes your roles are getting reversed. But in the end, who are you? You're not here to roleplay; when you see the frictionless emotion —gawking back at you, what makes you contemplate with that reflection? Sauntering, squirrel —are you just trying to be lost, and never found again? Each day is a countless hour: where your mere existence is taking the last breath; of going nearer — to the end. Thus make it count or be lost; the world doesn't weep for a tiny spectrum. It will ooze out to be reckless, showing the gillnetting of coating.

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