Comfort is but a moment, no more than a moment of time in which one does not feel Motivation nor do they want, envy, feel gratitude or even think. One simply exists. This existence is on par with that of the rocks and leafs that do not populate the world but merely are in this world as we know it.
It may be tempting to assume that comfort based of this is but a living death. To do this however is to dismiss the joy of comfort, what true comfort is however is the perfection of your environment in an imperfect mind.
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alan edwin innes
I've been writing for as long as i can remember, most of its crap but some of it might be good.
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