151 Irreplaceable
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Against me, love, for me: teams now come together. Manners are important, as we rise as a new and the alternative remember.
We are bound to our partners as perfect beings, but when an unfortunate moment arises, we lest forget, the sun shines on a rainy day, above the clouds. Similarly, we are entangled in a blight shaming reproach that we have not done our best for each other. That let down of vice or slice was the cheesecake and is now, burnt dry. Environmental disfigurement means we must grasp asking the Lord when to conceive, and to make it good. It could be from birth we had a defect and had no idea who we were sharing our bodies with.
Do we remember our differences from birth, and childhood, that is our study, because everyone is irreplaceable?
When I was a child, I was shy and retiring, and built and built my confidence up to be thwarted at the final frontier, to inaugurate a revolution in World Peace, and to make Extinction a thing of the past (XR). We are but fighting an ice age of the next thousand years, but the temperature is soaring, so it is like dry ice out there, nowhere to go, nowhere to turn, we will just have to rain it off and hope there is no acid in that rain.
Sometimes we compromise with a partner at Block A, then discover them again, at Block B, we know they are not at all shy, it was just a guard, to be judged by others in our own minds. The stars are dying and being reborn, and we are the stars and keep going on and on. We are, until you see less in me. And for the most part you know yourself and them, and so, rarely do you push each other away. There is a compromise that can be overcome. Like this World – to replace everything in it, then what we have is replaceable, but signified by our ownership, and the narrative we have given it, so we cannot be machines. Is this nostalgia, or a yearning to be surrounded by what we own?
Context does seem paramount to our well-being yet kills the moment of something extraordinarily modern. The artist’s reprieve left abandonment to unite all by way of work and find their insecurity of a muse for the goal. The muse of each other is irreplaceable, and a true and perfect love. But do we mould that image into our own thinking? It is always like for like, we are all peace makers, with no difference in creed, colour, or race. You cannot change someone but their perspective of life. Once you love and expect love in return, however vulnerable.
Do not lose the plot, and go on criticising great expectations, but meet that expectation, to do your partner proud. In practicalities is where it lies. Worship and cajole are your friends. Everyone is their mother’s child, so our chance to reign free sounds exciting. And the hardship is over.
So, do we compromise, or find out they are in fact irreplaceable. It could be dangerous to follow requited jovial repentance to entertain. Because, everything is connected, so, there is a way to behave, a way to accept and a way to give. So, we must first accept other’s traumas, and commit ourselves to one another.
When we are born, everything is taken over by our parents, and yet we have a gun or two to shoot them down, when they are not to blame. If you cannot wake up to making your own life irreplaceable, you will never find the one.
The irreplaceable is our love for one another, the small gesture of a hand reached out. Not our toys and gadgets, which will become replaceable, despite the narrative, as technology out dates itself. So, how do we overcome a lifetimes work to cajole us into action, on an unseen prairie. We are not walking in line but turning up. We are not ready for the loss of communication, but making it work. We are not creating habit but giving up. We are not irreplaceable yet, for we have not been heard.
Have a voice, and be irreplaceable, through the equality of systemic imperfections.
Love AB x
