she affirmed the perfect match, of which at the level of risk, returns commensurate. yet somehow the positively correlated became negatively correlated and in a blink of an eye, the correlation became 0.

(when the how matters no more)

its nice how the windows of a straw house allow sight of the rainbow and sea breeze whilst the actual weather spoke otherwise. the realization of what's instilled in the straws. when the current love paints the necessities of the realistic society, its not that hard to brisk through and temporary reliefs at the cost of incremental numbers+beauty aren't needed.

i wonder how the walls were like beneath the current coat of paint.

(the last page of the book)

procrastination only deters.

the await becomes clear.