Shame shall never flourish among the sensitive heart, which becomes a new flower blooming bright on the vine climbing through eternity.
Only time will renew inferior thoughts collecting codes residing among roads well, travel upon.
False regrets soak the grounds clinging to life without explanations.
A scene in the picture book of now completes its journey before faces look upwards at skies so bright sharing nor loving mother, for what she shares freely with us! No freedom can exist in a heart of ice melting away emotions that once was pure and fresh.
Time has forsaken those who have forsaken themselves among the stair way to knowledge that never had a change from the beginning.
Entering superficial dimensions cannot proclaim the authenticity of truth.
We claim superiority over what was never to bring peace and love to ignorance or unforgiving souls.
Forgiveness shall be the handbook we follow and love shall be the power of everlasting life.
In the beginning, there was nothing and in time we will make nothing something!
Till then we will roam motionlessly in the land of forgotten memories but never forgotten till we travel far enough to find our way home.
We are flesh of untamed emotions confused, searching, dis-attached from all realities.