“For I feel for I happened to be someone”
“For I feel I am not someone”
“For I feel I am not who I am”
“For I feel I am who I am”
“For I feel I need to be someone”
“For I feel I will be someone”
“For I feel I have denied the moments their right to play with me”
“For I feel they still feel they can play with me but”
“For I feel I feel their despairs to loose the winning vein”
“For I feel for the rustles in the layers”
“For I feel for the layers to be living vague identities”
“For I feel for identities that struggle”
“For I feel for struggles more numerous than other”
“For I feel for that anxious urge of identities to come alone, to go along”
“For I feel for this stasis and resurrection of layers to bind their identities”
“For I feel for this urge of layers to be one in harmony with all the parallelism”
“For I feel for what I felt for who I was,
“For I feel for that co-existence with that subtle parallelism”
“For I feel for that forgotten aspect added to my thoughts”
“For I feel for my Soul to be there for this”
“For I feel for my Soul to be with me”
“For I feel for the urge of rustling layers to be one with..
..to be one with the splutter of the raining beads of thoughts”
“For I feel for I need to feel what I felt”
