I see it in other worlds forming it's patterns. As always, since I was as little boy the feeling and vision is what is to come. Whether I like it or not the hum of life and meaning grows. This storm is beautiful. After a chance meeting in the fall I never lost her. She returns here and then in this life and in the mist of other worlds. It's real. Never slowing and only growing, my love for her and her love for me, a coming wave ever getting higher. The winds pickup their swirl. The sky opens up its announcement. Its not surprising. Its real Kev.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
I see it in other worlds forming it's patterns. As always, since I was as little boy the feeling and vision is what is to come. Whether I like it or not the hum of life and meaning grows. This storm is beautiful. After a chance meeting in the fall I never lost her. She returns here and then in this life and in the mist of other worlds. It's real. Never slowing and only growing, my love for her and her love for me, a coming wave ever getting higher. The winds pickup their swirl. The sky opens up its announcement. Its not surprising. Its real Kev.
