We and they have attempted everything knowing that to feel it (all) in real-time IS to have kissed our
Wanderlust graves. Ten times and TOO(.. …) many of them had been — “bursting their mere+eagerness+of+brain. To feel.. it ALL(!) again.” ForNEVER(..) hold out our trepidation-fuelled tongues and s-h-o-w them how(??) we shall all of us act dastardly and WITH the grain.
It’s been.. yes(..) hellaHECTIC – and defiantly Dostoyevskian. “A few of us know that k-n-o-w-i-n-g meant and MEANS every+LITTLE+NEXT=thing, that they were
Leaving themselves BOUNTIFIABLY beleaguered and wildly acting: ace and abruptly enthused for the plainfacedOl’Sake Of having” — enough eye-opening momentsNOW(!) to
Find the Wandering-TrUtH tO hAve BeeN:: a fairly mixedUPthing indeed.
They need to want to BreAtHe at spontaneously idiosyncratic pACE, “please… … .”
Because if they don’t, “we won’t.”
