A page pulsates, a decimated man withstands as best that he shan’t ever manage to handle – all over-emotional and erratic turmoil. Moments of unfelt bravery amidst horrendously unavoidable types of rigorous upheaval

A painting brush gently pulsates, still awaiting – its favourite best kind of keepsake personality
Namely an artist-
And to shake the devil’s hand and to walk right past him is to gloriously implore one’s reinvigorated sense of self to soldier on regardless

Of collapsing avenues and roaring hard intellect – whenever, really, she feels a little big bit better within herself, therein lies the turn of one tide within her forecast of beautiful brain

Yes. It seems to quite naturally suit itself to singularly survive. This time.