‘To mean well’,
And it made sense because God would do that. Meanwhile our senses as well as sensical things meant less to us and a gradually ascending frequency meant somehow, more than feeling the experience that lead us there,
At times. Temporary depth that was dependent upon the truth, as it fell through, and still I couldn’t get through to you. I had increasing doubt that they even truly knew. It wasn’t hard to simply manipulate when strings were pulled in your favor, and I became further demeaned as the night grew later.