A white dove turned black yesterday
and I wonder if peace can be a piece of me. If my body gets broken down into segments and thrown in a body I'm pretty sure I'll come out the soil of my mothers land.
Less recarnation but more invention.
Ideas thought about for a long time only to be released by another mind.
See thats the problem we hold on the tightest to things that carry less weight. See Gravity can be a real *****
but I love the way it holds my mind in place.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
A white dove turned black yesterday
and I wonder if peace can be a piece of me. If my body gets broken down into segments and thrown in a body I'm pretty sure I'll come out the soil of my mothers land.
Less recarnation but more invention.
Ideas thought about for a long time only to be released by another mind.
See thats the problem we hold on the tightest to things that carry less weight. See Gravity can be a real *****
but I love the way it holds my mind in place.
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