How life resembles uphill, my fill...

I sat down near Honey and read to her one of my writings of past. She was thrilled with my enthusiasm to fight death that she said was present always. We were enjoying our snacks at the time of reading. Its here the writing:

“Survival is the provision of ethics. Why does painful death ignite misfit? Let’s survive all and be fit for this earthly land. Occupied is thought unique, and the resemblance of success is peace. Justice flows from within, while outside has limits. We can grow too high from within to a new peak, a new beginning. Come count our skulls or take advice from our brain. If you allow us to live in peace, why will we defeat you even in dreams? Let us live. Hey skies, let the ordinary turn extra and live! We need belief, a dream, an ant, a belief. We need God that tastes our dream and decides next the flavor of our reality. We need to begin. Safe be earth, as safe as an upheld dream.” “Begin, rebegin. We need to flow. Let waters move slow. In drowning is human defeat. Le