I am not afraid, your kind of beauty excites a free falling of my expressions, you understand failure and celebrate my successes, you are soul fire, strife or stride my lover my bride, girl I am gonna follow, f o l l o w Y♥️U .
I peered into the many corridors of my heart and found a museum of memories waiting to be examined. Some I craved, as they carried me into landscapes of smiles and sweet breezes. Others were framed in emotions with dark shades that made me inspect briefly before moving on. Ticket to my museum was a simple breath and the time to drift in chamber walls. And as I did moving spiraling energies time dissolved into my naked self.