It’s open mind month. Didn’t I show you? 
Squatting in nourishing overview, there’s one off color equation 
of a deceptive simplicity 
in love as well as pride, duplicity.  
Creationism = one boyfriend better than others, believing none.   
 
Separated from a source of meditation, let’s call it, you’d be sad too.  
The source is not sad. One separated from the source is.   
 
Or of course it’s obvious.  
Sadness is beside itself.