Meditating under the waterfall the cold feeling thoughts become to clear to question emotion at all.
The sun blaze , is beauty to a dumb face, I'm the known race that's no race, as the moon rays interpermeates my physical state , I reminisce the days i've gazed into space.
Recalling the reoccurrence of the light rays shifting, those with glasses must've missed it. Colors worth the risk. Concentrate on the 7 frequency rates on the disk. Close circuit surveillance "Ahchosi....... can you show us your face? How quaint. To visit my state and match how my spirit elevates. I calmly remark " you're late"
I'm so out of place. I wish i can be more open but i have to do it all in slow motion. It makes me feel broken.
Successfully rehabilitating myself.
Now that's what i call help.
