Recognizing my own foolish tendencies has become the only way out, as I stroll down this path of uncertainty let my intentions ring true, every beat, every breath, reminds me of you. This place that I exist within is my own dream, my own play persay. Even though I work with cultivated desires coming from every which way, it is my decision to accept or to convey. No matter what this time brings my course shall be inner, but my journey will be all that is seen. There is something brewing, bubbling and pouring over, an inner voice in the darkest of moments and a reaching for the light. There is nothing but whatever I let inside of me, whether in the day or night.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 01:10:07 +0000
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