Mosquitos are great, they are great than a Sunday afternoon, they are great than milkshakes made of moon. I used to let them stay on my palm or any fleshy area and suck as much of those pristine blood as they want, after that there was the spiritual part; the part made of space and supernova and being. I used to follow them all over the places; the horizontal plains, the glass walls, even if it means to perform an interstellar travel. How I wish the god, the physicist of higher dimension, would see us as those mosquitos. And rather than bringing big bang on our souls, makes us poet and romantic for an unattainable squall.
Theoretical bliss

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Whatttt????!!
You are actually identifying with a mosquito…
smh 🤦♀️..
I don’t see your bliss..
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We live in the world of metaphors…so you know…fun is in between the lines. 🙂 🙂
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Oooh okay. I guess I was too busy focusing on the mosquitoes and their adventurous lives..
That you so much wants to imitate
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🙂 🙂
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You’re brilliant, Ankan… a great read it was. 😊
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Thank you so much…it means a lot… 🙂 🙂
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Always! 😊
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🙂 🙂
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there should be a heart react button here like that on facebook 🙂 this one’s cool!
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Thank you… 🙂 🙂
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