Today, yet similar to days before.
One can only imagine how the fingers of time caresses all of us, gently along each square piece of skin that serves no use but an expensive cover to our privates, thoughts and being unmistaken for a separation that neither desires another breath of strain which has been previously caressed. Might one venture straight onwards in a path that visuals interpret as, but straight, wide, the horizons stretching in circular radiuses when to end shall one reverse all beginnings. Look deep, one may urge another, to dive the lights down internally where rivers of blood importantly beam the veins, transforming the shaken unforeseen present, humbly, foetus like, releasing a moment. Plant this kiss on the surface of evidence, puckered lips whispering truths of affection.
Beg not.
I receive change, my blessings, my answers, yet how do I quench the crave for waters of true wisdom simultaneously resting this innate mind-self of constant battle with the frustrating air of depression that only serves its master, the ever forcing gravity.
Lay still.
One can only imagine how the fingers of time caresses all of us, gently along each square piece of skin that serves no use but an expensive cover to our privates, thoughts and being unmistaken for a separation that neither desires another breath of strain which has been previously caressed. Might one venture straight onwards in a path that visuals interpret as, but straight, wide, the horizons stretching in circular radiuses when to end shall one reverse all beginnings. Look deep, one may urge another, to dive the lights down internally where rivers of blood importantly beam the veins, transforming the shaken unforeseen present, humbly, foetus like, releasing a moment. Plant this kiss on the surface of evidence, puckered lips whispering truths of affection.
Beg not.
I receive change, my blessings, my answers, yet how do I quench the crave for waters of true wisdom simultaneously resting this innate mind-self of constant battle with the frustrating air of depression that only serves its master, the ever forcing gravity.
Lay still.
