First Name
Leaning back on the bench diving deep into my world of thoughts, I saw how articulate your clothes were, ironed to primp and perfection. It was as if you were engineered to be like this. The skeletal structure of your body was perfectly framed and more perfectly fitted with your struts had my assumption flashing in once more.
To a certain degree, I do admire the perfection you portrayed along with boldness encircling your aura... You didn't need to pound your face with make ups nor did you need a pair of heels to look taller. Vice versa, you neither need a designer suit nor a leather briefcase to show how suave and smart you are... You look symmetrical naturally, as if crafted that way. All those physical material is secondary compared to what you have within yourself. At any point of time, it will put just about anyone in the hall in awe only by looking at the way you compose and present yourself. No wonder those ordinaries had an alter decorated and dedicated to you.
Strength.
Was forced into my mind and probably another few thousand out there. It was bolted and sealed into our cerebrums. You win! Hands down.
Suddenly it rang to me how the volume and weight of your verbal deliverance had had the sitters blown away as if they were in the midst of a hurricane. Again, it was a remarkable sight for someone whose achievement is quite a portfolio in comparison to the length of your mortality. Now as you slowly emerge from that idol suit you were costumed in, I felt a tinge of discomfort building up at a slow but strong pace.
I am never a solid believer, in fact never even a thought on your beliefs. The thought of what you believe itself is indeed too much for a person called me to comprehend. I could spot how some of the crowd still has glints in their eyes when your suit wears off. However, to me the sparkle that had accompanied your walked in had turned into a fierce, hungry, fire and had you blazed down. It had charred the charm you naturally had when you stepped in... Finally conscience called in.. the longer I remain on that seat the more nauseous I became and eventually it made my stomach churned.
Honestly, I would have much preferred it if your first name was Humble.
Leaning back on the bench diving deep into my world of thoughts, I saw how articulate your clothes were, ironed to primp and perfection. It was as if you were engineered to be like this. The skeletal structure of your body was perfectly framed and more perfectly fitted with your struts had my assumption flashing in once more.
To a certain degree, I do admire the perfection you portrayed along with boldness encircling your aura... You didn't need to pound your face with make ups nor did you need a pair of heels to look taller. Vice versa, you neither need a designer suit nor a leather briefcase to show how suave and smart you are... You look symmetrical naturally, as if crafted that way. All those physical material is secondary compared to what you have within yourself. At any point of time, it will put just about anyone in the hall in awe only by looking at the way you compose and present yourself. No wonder those ordinaries had an alter decorated and dedicated to you.
Strength.
Was forced into my mind and probably another few thousand out there. It was bolted and sealed into our cerebrums. You win! Hands down.
Suddenly it rang to me how the volume and weight of your verbal deliverance had had the sitters blown away as if they were in the midst of a hurricane. Again, it was a remarkable sight for someone whose achievement is quite a portfolio in comparison to the length of your mortality. Now as you slowly emerge from that idol suit you were costumed in, I felt a tinge of discomfort building up at a slow but strong pace.
I am never a solid believer, in fact never even a thought on your beliefs. The thought of what you believe itself is indeed too much for a person called me to comprehend. I could spot how some of the crowd still has glints in their eyes when your suit wears off. However, to me the sparkle that had accompanied your walked in had turned into a fierce, hungry, fire and had you blazed down. It had charred the charm you naturally had when you stepped in... Finally conscience called in.. the longer I remain on that seat the more nauseous I became and eventually it made my stomach churned.
Honestly, I would have much preferred it if your first name was Humble.
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