A, fortuitous begrudgement befalls us all in supporting others to stand straight to stand tall. For I myself will dance upon the surface of the moon, if by chance it makes your heart swoon. Ask as you may of what my commitment would consist; firmly I gaze deeply into pools of the abyss, i shall not turn away i will not resist. even if for one little kiss.
How, do I pursue the predilections of a passionate person while pontificating the placation of primal prepositions? whew!!! The answer to this problematic, paralyzing, parabal of a paradox eludes me still. (now you are just being silly)
Grandiose posturing while pursuing proclamations, expounding of the virility or better still vitality of one's stature is similar to a mobius loop an endless yet pointless pursuit. Thou, far be it for me to chastise but reality is never as good as advertised.
I do hope my prattling has not dissuaded your curiosity, as i try to shed a little light and increase my luminosity. Down in the shadows eyes seeing only the umbral, wavering and teetering but never do I stumble. As, i turn my head struggling desperately against the night, I reach out my hand but who will pull me into the light.