An observation.

Ho an h1. The door of lateramelas was in my thoughts really the becoming of winter although the same with complexes of the seasons within the scope of my experiences, festivities of stops and continuances in the midst of them, nothing more or less the imagination running about the idea of a door in the earths metascopy. I cant really then place for the observer in my mind what it all is in the concept lero a notion or fathom of how or what beyond the kermel of the social aspect, people and the midst of certain detailing with and among them. Nothing changed as a child at 12 or 13 well within the idea that there was nothing but the hosev of nature and the change of a certain type of force to go and have kernel, for with, the concept of nature within the medhernom of seasons and their change thereafter within those years. At 18 the holy spirit hit, and lord was that something I didnt want to forget but did. I came to high periods of intellect and low periods of a groaning pain due to the fact that I was dating someone who really had more than what was coming to me. I became the savant of the books I took after, einsteins weltbilt and jungs synchroncity. I could make the words come out only in hours and intermitent minutes of reading taking up what words were givein the substance of their own issue and the elano beyond the period a simple imagery of the concepts detailed. Well was the notion coming often like I took up the words and the mind with something that was the detail not however coming often disticintly of the seasons channeling the idea that there was a great earth and a great force in the life to live within the hem in the hoelne of the world brilliance, was the fluke and the moron so forth the rendering of words and caunt. I could take up power that winter dating lisa and there was a great moment where nothing more was the tell of the world but the germ of life and the notion that there was togetherness and a dinstinct nalia about the changing of nights in to day. She, was the glory of it all.

There are really a lot of hurved people out there in the world. Noone really comes to the appoen of a consumation of what was the till in the days that concede...a day. I know now that when I observe people there isnt nothing more that comes out of them without the notice of something missing. I can see them in that aspect where coming often where when I know not to cross or spool, the hile of men in their cogent not a lero in the momentum where oft the concept lery, there the study coming a fun a till, a nile and a nought. He, richard, tells me is it tell or is it till ? Really, I really cant tell. I dont know people then whereby I limit to scope the kermel of observation to simply the understanding of a thought coming the worth in words where there is something of a reflection to tell after. And till and tell I cant read them where and when things the matter in their hearts. Only this I know well of the concept aphe a hume response on what comes naturally to a human and the reflection hence, not a onto phormlien on worth and what worse or what better for myself or them. And thats about it with people because people are people and I think we are well within the concept of a chance for telling that there is nothing more or less expected in the afterthought of what nature and parents term in their own knowledge and ethics of how people come off. Yes, ethics. I could say that there was something in ethics that I knew well when reading of it in a book coming often the notion of a mother and something, motherly about the change in the whethering of things. Ethics is what comes naturally at a point in our youths however no the detail of the bitter turn of events as I, myself, has gotten older.
If I can borrow my words coming out of simply dolor rouzeing myself in my twentys a tell, in dolor, I would point out that there is a concept entogen and a null on coming to it, no issue other than what dolor can point out in the coming of words engaging the cradle im being pulled out of now. I know words but I spell them out differently than how I read them and I know what reading can do, it can make you live longer. Words dont happen they change you and you change with them and writing can ruin that relationship. I know that now and I come to the range in my bell ihm sje, there Is a word you can use and that is, nothing. Useful and no worse falling off the ein in kermel.