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by Dan Andrew Covar (Author)
During an audit, we take full accounts of all the changes that occur with our emotional currencies. Such as investments on runaway paper-thin ships, that takes us into nowhere dreams and the ritualistic drowning of countless relationships. We pride our secure corners in the vast waters of life; thus, making it our goal to maintain its comfortable and predictable shape; it is the substance of contentedness that keeps us from wondering what else, from what is. These moments of faulty inspection serve to expose the vulnerability of our precious cognitive islands. We party under the tutelage of karmic expectations inside newly established hopes. Ultimately, we succumb to the haunting discoveries of our recalculations. There, we come undone beautifully, as we're betrayed joyously through subtle and unsubtle forms and fall to our knees reciting aggressively dense prayers. The energy of bad fate goes widespread, and the liturgy of madness chants a melancholic hymn. We oscillate from one bank to the next; expenses of our youth enrich the rot of our ravenous hearts. We spend ourselves till a ray of light could no longer reach us underground. We realize that the return to nothingness is the best guarantee towards a purified solace. We inevitably unravel like the paper-thin ships we sail on thousands of deathbed horizons. Breathless and in awe, we are servants of happiness where we make it available. Baffled and deranged, we are the graceful killers of it too! Indeed, a rainbow of disarrayed sunlight becomes of all we meet, and thank God for darkness, to whom we all become insolvent.
