Well what can i say. its just another day after another day after another day. patience my child patience. each morning i rise i must remind myself of this. Waiting for the earth and myself to transcend from the cocoon, warm winds and the sun to crisp my skin. Meditating in the forest ritualitis ways. Matter a fact, needing to be laying with you in a big green field for a few days, watch the world melt a little. Your vibe is so beautiful. I promise always always to be true. Could never do no wrong to those baby blues. I guess what I’m trying to say is a mess from the start but as long as I can manage to speak clearly these thoughts. I open my eyes inside of my dream and there you are just as beautiful as can be. I whisper to your soul, “Can I keep you? Can I keep you?” In due time my baby in due time, when the sun sets in the forest and we soon discover what love is on this dense dead leaved, pine needled floor that decays as we dance right through the next perception of the door. I whisper “My darling I need your taste. Craving galore. So can I keep you please? Just once more?”