The air outside is a reason to be mad , mad to live mad to be .

The sun leaves the sky yet again and a cloud of now comes near town

where our hearts beat and the moon keeps

the love webbing through the night

“and im floating in the most peculiar way”

where the inspiration comes its hard to let go

like magnets across the room ,

eyes across a room ,

hearts across the room

its hard to believe i don’t know you yet

your the most beautiful stranger in my eyes

not sure

if its lust alone .. for i barley know your name

but ill come see you again, my heart is shaken

just by the look your giving. but who knows

i might not see you again , and it will be perfectly okay

For the atmosphere is all i need, the intense beat of our hearts where for ever compassion lays the all knowing eye

the love in my heart

the sun in my sky

the moon to my night , ]

REMEMBER GOD REMEMBER GOD

REMEMBER GOD

is all i need and maybe a little stephen  stills to remember

life

”Don’t be angry - don’t be sad
Don’t sit crying over good times you’ve had”

and finding myself surrounded by

full of in the moment seekers

I have become undeniably mad for this world, for life its the taste of air

just like whitman
“The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me.”