As do - stop - then do - run, that is the kind of adrenaline one might find dense, so dense, it fills the air in a making of lighter weight to carry as if gravity reversed itself, only, to reduce our sense of less application of necessary force. That redundant, because, if force travelled upward without any kind of gravity would defy the laws of a physical nature, the laws of gravity would not allow for such disobedience. This provides a clear example, of the Newton provision to gravity, that all such force cannot travel upward without a return to it's original frame of conjecture.
The more you actually try to prove, perhaps, the less you get out of it - would have been a better result - known to such things without any weight to them. However, even insufficient information finds its way into an inscape, trapped, within the parade of gravitational pull, so, parades were given a general route to follow without really telling us anything about its purpose. Science, has no mystery attached to its easy, happy, frame of existence in life.
Upon so much one stands by the wooden leg, on a little, deviant, perhaps omission of greed, as completely left to search a time in place that that the place originated. Where does this keep, holding down, this weight of such fortunate circumstances, described, only as the perverse patronizing force of a cynical nature.
This body type of no particular birthstone, gave such, to the freedom of age upon years, counting not days or years, but only recurring thoughts of force given to him by nature.
First came the worst - as forming the heart in shape with love - came betrayal. It is something almost unavoidable, but to the best of my knowledge, bitter resentment does not contain which instead in fact rose out of inner peace, strength, sincerity, which can only amount to pleasure of something unknown to most anyone else.
Then perhaps time became a pill of enemy-like, proportions, that you consume in a small tedious dose, a prevention of the mind to wander back from there, that in time, you may recognize how these creatures concealed itself from you, only to reveal the mask they can no longer hide behind, that when they see you, you may know they are in fact - yes - in a small tedious dose, you may know they are in fact living a lie.
Though there is nothing that this time in the occupancy of a story, can measure the diameter of width over infinite whereabouts, such moments are made. As to refuse the laws of physics, to also may refuse, those that contaminate it.
Along side of moral ambiguity, is intellectual dishonesty. The flood against time is a result of perverse cynicism, so to speak, one combines the elements of random execution as if to examine nothing worth deciding, then replaces it without the ethics of reason, then dangerously crossing the joining crossroad. This is an extension of conscientious stupidity, for sincere ignorance, but what can only then be replaced, again with defying such anarchy to the same principle once it appears.
The weight of the world in a free falling choice, coincidental to, the defiance of laws or scientific explanation.
No longer has the insubordination of gravity, felt so mundane, as if to say take me from this long awaited return, as if to respond, you were never here that long from vacation, then what are you doing here, you forgot. The question was a matter of decency, yet, so few people act in truth, they rather pretend, the lie is always a better solution to the problem. Though even lies deserve proper solutions, which is how dignity is recovered from such greater things less than short-lived material in matter.
Though once, that same liar snuck in behind that buried shadow, quite content with being only half-witted, or clever depending on who you ask, throughout this time in the trial of no-return, so many disguised have made their living on it. To this end, it is to refuse going through the motions, where as they were - so many disguised - rest on their laurels.
In my time, I see a generation gone by which I refuse to acknowledge with any envy, only remorse, that those are they who are now happier going through the motions - it is there that they will stay, I seek refuge, from that one-upmanship, of ulterior motive, or grieving a reality, that represent so few.
Which is where my gravity has always been.
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