Words. Work. Getting old. ***** shirt. Exhaustion remains after washing away stains from dirt. Lower back hurts, ..but this mindstate is not where I'll stay. Meaningless pay spending my hours when I just want to create and play. Heavy body, cat nap after embers hit the ashtray. Astral stray. The most nutritious are sometimes the first to decay. Get up just to lay. Easy to see darkness when there's no heart in the frame..
So I'll adjust how I see, and remember to breathe, because all of life comes to us with ease. Gonna physically release just to come back and share my dream Yes yes, nothing less. Do what you love is all I can confess. Limited time, I see that we're blessed Hope to make the most of mine, before in peace we rest
Death sentence. Moral Repentance. In the age of remembrance blinded by pyrotechnics. Embody the calisthenics and honor further than aesthetics. Depths beyond measurement kissing anti-venom lips. Tethered to the weather within our steady blissful trips. The clock can tick all it wants but the hands are losing their grip. Proving nothing to be more beautiful than this present-tense eclipse Intuition is our intangible compass Creating a compassionate instance that can't be diminished I am hear forever to play with the trinkets and parade those that listen Love is all encompassing, not just a mission Thoughts come to fruition Extending what you envision The Synapse fires like a piston What you've done indicates your current position. Think now my friend. You are the sun shining at the podium speaking at the perceived end. You are the sum dictating everything yet to come. Thank you for praising the vibration connected to one. Take a deep breath, smile, and have fun. This strong web we've achieved can never be unspun. Reflect your true self and know we've only just begun~