..Unencumbered by ego..
This world is not permanent,
as we surf through moments of human consciousness
grabbing all the available moments to form and mold into
memories and
personal expression.
Within these thoughts we are truly alive,
acending into the mystery of imagination..
As the surf is the soul within this rabit hole of style and dance,
we light each other up brighter than the shine of a sunbeams smile.
Cascading further down into the lurid waters of lust,
as we lay bathing in the chemicals that we create between us.
Demure and reserved we are, with a modest whisper of enlightenment..
Yet enduring and logical.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
..Unencumbered by ego..
This world is not permanent,
as we surf through moments of human consciousness
grabbing all the available moments to form and mold into
memories and
personal expression.
Within these thoughts we are truly alive,
acending into the mystery of imagination..
As the surf is the soul within this rabit hole of style and dance,
we light each other up brighter than the shine of a sunbeams smile.
Cascading further down into the lurid waters of lust,
as we lay bathing in the chemicals that we create between us.
Demure and reserved we are, with a modest whisper of enlightenment..
Yet enduring and logical.
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