My spirit craves joy badly. Washed up in time and emerging into something greater, I bleed for truth and choice. Integrating a greater force and discrepancy at hand.
Time take time.
Sometimes I seek voices that share laughter and fun.
Games of no value and a friendship that misunderstands misfortune.
Wreaks havok on plans of structure and safety.
Adjusting accordingly with all that surrounds me , that feels both chaotic and mundane, a little error emerges and offers me some solace.
Trusting in truth.
Discounting enterprises that have come before it, and probably after.
But never the same.
I used to run from nature in favor of urban landscapes and urban attire,
Everything new feels relatively old.
Everything undervalued feels immensely cherished.
All that I idolized feels weak and susceptible,
Unselfish and careless.
Selfless and gleaming times point way to a being that shines through all this darkness and brings forth the treasure of feeling alone and between two paradigms.
Trusting in spirit and resolve of a timely destiny where nothing else matters except accepting creator to cherish and honor.
Wellness is nothing without source.
The magic I used to chase seems blind and chaste.
Houses of the holy
All clear with misfortune and yet the rest awaits in the unconscious.
relieved with laughter prose and native medecine .
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