A Single Man.

Now I see it... You have no time... U want to talk? Talk to me about it. You know where to find me. So the coffee enterprise was not just a mere with-me-only-shared idea. it's sth groeus. Now I see it. What bout money? Does it compensate anything? The pain, the stress, the inconveniences of having to have the head filled with foreign thoughts, no time for pounding into self induced stream of consciousness? Subtliety of which being irreparably lost, smashed and unintentionally morphed into the mechanical, wooden technicale of the corporate way of managing signals on the synapses. "So perfect that there are almost no words to describe"what your lifeguides were, what you pursued. And now it all, it's all panned by you your very self... Grief or anger? Stress or even more profound nowhere else to be found muscle car engine speed motivation for more? Do you, perhaps, realise that I am knowledgeable about how it feels? I have preconceivedly exposed the means to preserve the intricacy of the unflustereness, tranquillity embelishings. No run o'the mill routine meant 'ere. Keep your sangfroid. You know You can. And I know that you can. No subjunctive mood employed.