Ours

Arguing with sanctimonious people will always render yourself of being blasphemous. In any argument, there is always a group that espouse on relentless approach to gain victory. At times, it is futile to argue at all as the skull of the opponents are just too thick for the infusion of rationality. While they can remain indifference to all the plight, they will leapfrog others to achieve justice when they are pushed down from their seat of vantage. What ensues is their severe censure towards others for being such insular beings. I am simply amorous of their existence as the propinquity of hypocritical thinking lessens the espieglerie one has towards the cruelty of life. Their piece de resistance is no other than undermining others abilities while maintaining their superior stand to monopoly every single point of argument piecemeal. More important, we are safe and sound in the face of their vice.

Analogous to Niagara, the biblical alluvion has swept across the land being accompanied by a month of shower. The espial of archipelagoes forming on the road and the vapourisation of virga drifting away adding the sense of mystique. The penal housebound is nonetheless torturing but the providential of water inundation escape has left me grateful of the heaven-sent occurence. Drawing upon the lexicon from the shoestring budget, the nearing mobility will be a cakewalk. It is time to listen to the rain again.

Crossing,

Silent Gazer.