"Everything melds into this blur of coffee and canned conversation, and I begin to wonder if a focus point exists in a world full of passion originated from an underground emphatic determination to find truth in the beauty of pure expressed emotion. And, I know that they are all connected by a right of purpose un-understood, but they...know. And, I get lost sometimes...in the conversation...in the passing thoughts of your fingers drumming on my back a perfect rhythm...and I float off to a place where it still doesn't make sense, but the view is better." ...
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