The ****** Versus Everything in its Mirror
I personally know very little about *** Virtually nothing. That is speaking purely of physical *********** Still, I can speak forever of worlds that soft sparks construct in a single kiss. It is here, in the palace of naive angels tender and young, that a nervous heart beats the sweetest trembling of rhythms in the day’s surprise. It is from these voices of subtle breaths, in the immediacy of experience, that I have found a language most akin to absolute philosophy in momentary bliss. A language spoken only through the silence of smiles. A universe of colors shared by the adolescent chameleon in our souls.
© Matthew Goff
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC
The ****** Versus Everything in its Mirror
I personally know very little about *** Virtually nothing. That is speaking purely of physical *********** Still, I can speak forever of worlds that soft sparks construct in a single kiss. It is here, in the palace of naive angels tender and young, that a nervous heart beats the sweetest trembling of rhythms in the day’s surprise. It is from these voices of subtle breaths, in the immediacy of experience, that I have found a language most akin to absolute philosophy in momentary bliss. A language spoken only through the silence of smiles. A universe of colors shared by the adolescent chameleon in our souls.
© Matthew Goff
