Assumptions.

Are we? I often assume, but in some sensation, I was still... and I sometimes ask, why we are not? No one has the answer, an answer yes, but not the answer, no. I still do, because I still move. I often am here too, I will move. My morals aren’t quite, but the assumption is right. I know we have something to give, but in taking something, we are left to live. So God helps us, and give us his. We are the correction of this, so I’ve come to conceal my life’s identity as his. My armor, my soul, my life is letting go. And from now on, I will remember the night I left, and why I miss this.