lowliness and loneliness.
yet still not lonely enough.
abiding myself in tranquility,
In harmonious loud silence.
the warmth of the sun embraces me and rests upon my shoulder
as we watch lost souls and the wind pass by, making trees caper to the tunes, the sweet sounds of birds singing to us in comfort
the blue sky listens and rests his back upon moving clouds, swaying side by side.
we’re never lonely.
Your spectrum of aura brings a lot to life and opens your third eye.
