-She Must Trust The Brush Of His Trustworthy Pen. Because It Was Built From A BILLION bRoKeN dReAmS.

What we did to acknowledge and know it is: beyond a shadow of a thousand people’s doubts. We have meandered to a place of poised and purposeful indulgences. Have even wired our minds wide shut again(patience and silence will sit in equal measurement)

These aforementioned mEanDeriNGs oF sToryLinE will find time to have held its best bReAtH. Have we been overthinking- probably NOT, actually. She’s been winning at being seen to be decidedly mediocre, whilst his eyes have unearthed another sEnSe of SuRviVaL:

It is in his soul, preDISPOSED, perhaps, albeit definitely this defiant thing

Of course and cause; let’s pause here for a fair while… … and LET him f-e-e-l his own personalised smile: When a ten second event became.. times a thousand aforementioned overindulgences again…

In her heroised self she MUST trUSt, the brush of his trustworthy pen