Nature is apologetic to theory. The theory of a deadman.
The thought never reached his head. The fault relies in its pulse. Rocks are halted. Our native's call is in its halt. Rocks into metal is time and space continuum. The abyss.
Years away from fundamentals, we search for answers in marble. The rich could sit on a pile of rocks relating to earth by its enigma. I can pretend that sediments are malleable.
Time is fleeting. It stands that light years distance belief. It seems that there's dust on the new equipments. I lost my touch to space.
Why study astrology when the stars are a metaphor for ''there.''
Why reveal the romance of space.
I see that metal rusts, where my love has gone astray.
Am I miserable because my past is of forging and beating rocks. The legacy of metal is a stone age's man proud moment. I am proud of thy moment.
Yet, It looks like we still hadn't discovered the pressure of time. I call nature as it calls back, I see my future with celestial friends.
The pressure of time, does not correlate to independency but to coexistence.
Still attending to to laws of gravity, It appears that pride is of metal rusting to its core. Of course, nature erodes rocks, it is the power of ground.
Being exposed to nothing, further than neglect is our rock of knowledge, or knowledge of rocks.
Indeed, we are not so far away from stone. We exist in the abyss of wonderment. I exist, because I do not oxidise.
Observational science explains how I lost my touch to space. I know why iron is non-compounding. My sofa is on the right side of my living room, right opposite the tv.
Exposing nature as theory. The relationship between man and space is rhetorical.
I declare that space is a matter of living. Like deforestation is matter of paper, to prove even indecisive thoughts have their limit. Demanding empty space to be a gateway for security and reassurance that we didn't leave our roots but built our homes.
It is no surprise that plants live in water, as I propagate my houseplant.
Conceptualisation of an idea that capsulated plants in water. The root keeps it alive, but isolated, away from home.
The acknowledgement of our environment is masterminding the elements, not procedure. To be incapsulated first.
He who does not submit shall prevail.
Like metal rusting to its core, we are further than time. But it was nature's regress that brought our demise.
The reason is metal, it does not break. But the theory is lost to rot. The quality of time over space is malignant. Time is fleeting, but nature is apologetic. The theory is time, I am incapsulated.
I have a meeting.
The plant outside my door is green, colour the process of time as I'm leaving my house. Rays may parallel in order to leave time indefinitely.
Leaves fall in autumn, in autumn. It means unison. I am late. There's a reason metal rusts at core. Nature is against beating rocks. I guess, it favours intelligence.
The conceptualisation of an idea is a rumour that found its place in a boy. He was working in an office. "Can I clean this room?"to enter you needed a pass, or a mop. But, I saw my chance to enter. Unnoticed. "Yes."
The free-will of being part of something is greater than its treachery. The pressure of staying alive.
The isolation is fractions of the capsule that moved reason. Holding pieces of shattered glass together. Each piece resembles the isolation.
The reason is time, but I saw my chance to enter. Autumn.
Time, a factor that is greater than life. The plants follow it until they know their space. Outside my door.
We are away from stone but our history is pebbles.
Parallel rays frequency photosynthesis. Charge in nature is a display of something I'll never know- is the closest I've been. Did I know that absorbing sunlight is a form of trust not symbiosis? No, but its beautiful. Furthermore, our genetic rehabilitation cause cancerous frequency, it rusts metal.
As green escape time, is something that I want to do as a human, I learnt that they fall in autumn. That is the way that I want to go.
Unnoticed because the timing is parallel. Earth, capsulises people so that they grow. The timing is parallel, so that it goes unnoticed.
Nature is apologetic in its theory, I guess it really favours intelligence, it rusts metal. I've never seen rocks turn brown.
It looks like its ending, the thought. The dark is luminous when irony is waste.
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