Constant drumming, humming that reaches their most inner memories. Creating sorrow or hope. I hear they whisper and curse your galloping. like the war is hear! it’s screaming!
Like tears their constant falling. But I embrace thy. I love the rumble. If I could I would embrace your return. I would calm the masses of negative projection’s so they would revel in their own reflection. They would vote against rejection, and I would have done my job I’ve lead a following for your galloping.
Constant drumming, humming that reaches their most inner memories. Creating sorrow or hope. I hear they whisper and curse your galloping. like the war is hear! it’s screaming!
Like tears their constant falling. But I embrace thy. I love the rumble. If I could I would embrace your return. I would calm the masses of negative projection’s so they would revel in their own reflection. They would vote against rejection, and I would have done my job I’ve lead a following for your galloping.
To float is the closest I’ll ever get to flying. Feeling free, feeling completely weightless. I took a peek at the sky and it was smiling at me,winking, stinging my face with the suns rays. I could just float forever….. Life can feel heavy, crowded, hard to breath and at times an eternal war. But here in the water no worries just weightless…..finally peace.
So write I say, just write. What ever it is jot it down on paper. Your anger, desperation, deprivation, your hopes and dreams just write. It will come, it always does and it feels good. Even if only for yourself to read. let it stop floating in your mind and set it down let it rest on paper. And for that moment you can breath. That second you can say I did it, I wrote it.
Beginnings of March 