Coloured kueh
This is going to be a cryptic post. Read what you will of it. Kinda like the god who was the first in the realm, and decided he had been around forever. Only, maybe you'll be right, ie, I find your perception agreeable.
For what it's worth. The words we say in fits and outbursts. We latch on, to the things that give us an emotional kickback. We could have the greatest band of goodwill, and still be entirely unsure what to do. The things unsaid, the things said.
Jet planes taking off. Pillars of salt. Three strikes. Round and round we go. Will you take my hand? Or not.
