Within my tiny innocent eye...
Lies a sea of wonder...Of a little desert. Water. And spirit
It captures a story with every piercing glance
...and every photo holds an emotion
...emotions in which the brain is ashamed of...
Crazy how much someone...events can traumatized and enslave the brain and almost the heart...
Crazy...
But my heart yearns as I stand the grounds of New York
....it yearns for truth
....with every breath it yearns out to me
It cries I hear it...
I finally hear it
...and that is truly a miracle
....I see angels in my path
I mentally see them
I know in my heart...for it tells me
But mind will you let me...
...you know what ***** you...
I want this and it's possible...
I'm going to get it.