alex

wet cement

granting recognition to certain close ones surrounding by being her own true self. the acknowledgement is the realization, of the genuine honesty projected.
she admires the beauty of the wilds without having to understand, moreover, without having to compromise. she'll just let the streams fluttering the way they really do.
beside, would compromising be the best way? who decides and provides the clauses anyway?
she is a believer, that the universe is not a fabrication of some freaking tall buildings erected in such consencus of analogous similarities.