The ticket to comfortability comes with an elongated ride on the train of stifled cathexis.

Thinking this is a comfortable ride may confirm the belief all is in favor.

Time hands over the keys of real change and forgetting allegiance to ones soul feels legitimate.

A juncture wrapped in dismay and despondency inverts convenience into soul revival.

The submerged passions interpose into life, making beautiful avenues for figments previously deemed hopeless.

Tatter up the ticket.

Repose in the stirring.

Be in the purpose of the spirit.