||Namaste||

ohh that pride. what a pain to deal with.
yes yes that thing that keeps telling you that you ain't wrong.
that you right. in a world made for humans, run by humans demanding a skew to assure you that you ain't got what it takes to err.
haha. so stupid we get sometimes our all-encompassing breed.
writing clean chits to criminals because some prides shant be hurt.
stuff of exceptions this ludacris confidence.
makes it just so, for those who follow, to bow lower than ever before; whenever it is they get around to doing so. issmey kya mazza idk. or maybe i do. because i bow too, sometimes.
i bow in order to give you a chance to see if you'll worth-attach to my making an exception for you.
i bow to see if you will hold my weight if i get too low.
i bow not because im convinced of you.
i bow to the divinity in you.

||Namaste||