Postpone. I'll Stay.

It really does keep me alive. Much as magniloquent I am, these staple words expose the deep n impenetrable struct of the bowels of mine. There's a clear blue sky over there. The horison being so incomprehensibly wide. This inevitably is a true predestination of my life. It certainly does to their minds. As for me, it enacts as an irreplaceable, unerring awareness-o-self-confidence provider. It does it to them. Not a aprticple of mine is involved. It does not entail me. Mind you.