It is perhaps for the water that you keep on climbing up. An unnoticeable event that helps you break even with it all. Suppose for a moment that you should infiltrate in the reverie, in the cottony revisions you make on your own pillow when you ascend to the surface in that earnest way you do. It should be enough to mend your troubles, your worries away, the turn outs that went wrong and all those insufficient things that you carry in your air pockets at night.
That's it. Transits, refills, insights, mellowing of all sorts. Transcend, just transcend.
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