Grasp of Grandeur

Magnanimous moniker at mirth’s mercy. Inner chuckles as my own misfortune fortune of tales, leading me into the lengthy walks of survival.

The push and pull of limitless adventure, with all paths leading to the wrong ending. The right is the righteous and the perceived wrong is the chosen path. Getting lost in the dream state war of love and loss, when nothing was truly lost.

The wormhole of experience is the breach to your truth. The falsehoods of false, without hurt of pain, become the burden of wander. Are you laughing at the amount of ridicule and ridiculous? They are laughing at you, laughing at your imagination.

Walk freely my children, brothers and sisters. For you are not the limited, instead the correct ending of pleasure and perfection. Freedom fighters of participation and exposure, with growth into the unbound plains of sweet fruit. Grasp sparingly and you will find peace.