Winds escaping her lips tend to be blown at higher force at times when turmoil exist among emotions. All are different. Carnal colors bursting forth, mingling in prides of sexes, and of the act itself. Sound of written words, assumed in neglect of truth, but in inclination to self desires, be wrong to deceive one's self, be right in skips of pleasure. Beast of the air, atmosphere radiates a cause, stirring hidden thoughts caused to resurface moments of despair, (and or joy?) with transformation of mattered essence. Twinkle, and shine do the dots journey one to an adventure of mind, creativity not to be bound, and bordered by the current existence, but to push forth to an unimaginable, thus imagined creation, to all that has no meaning, be meaningful. The sense, works in miraculous wonders with time when understood correctly, perform an act of acknowledgement to reality as a whole. What said is there, may be a confrontational belief. Two against integrated segregation of power, a common mixture in simple minds. The vibrating air, with her secrets, must be first loved, in order to befriend her secrets in return. Expansion of what known, first to destruct, then to create, before chisel into scored perfection.
