In the summer, I dream upon this cloud of music here, this gift, and rest in the natural rhythm of the coolness of the mother earth, and arise at inner peace in the heat of the summer sun or the humidity of the tropical days I yearned for during months as wickedky bitter and frantically dangerous as Alaska, these challenging hills of Western Maryland, a perfect Nirvana as no other and out Spitot growing stronger now through challenge, and we soldier still onward together with the torch of progress in balance. My visions at home are peaceful and elsewhere if like too offer and promote such dreams of happiness upon the freedom of lives pursuits. Who would n't want yo defend such a perfect way of sharing blessed life with respect towards another no matter your own personal set of principled beliefs?
Who Am I to impose my experience and belief upon you, or you me?
Upon clouds and beams of light I want to dance so verily alive that you can see the pure joy in my eyes and the torch that individually in life we each so carry?
Why the full in another would you want yo extinguish that? I care not your argument, to satisfy only your ego and intellect, selfish is it in fact.
I'm the imperfect hypocrite in hindsight warning with wisdom from pain deeper you've no consent. Pain that's deeply permanent...damaging.
In clouds of opium thoughts I beg forgiveness to source the one almighty perfect you are, please I'm sorry my wrongs in my free will improperly exercised your will betrayed.
Forgive me all I've ever hurt, this Leo now reborn,
I'm reincarnated,
A loophole I returned,
I was dead and an evolved soul came back,
and I'm not so very always fond of him.
Of the fiber things I'm proud of the cloth I am and was and will further evolve to be.
I'm so sorry for the pitiful misery of which causayion I have been, or when I couldn't carry enough water for the tribe, or my own weight to survive, I've had others breathe for me to bring my spirit back from definite inescapable black hole reality,
I escaped and returned with the greatest if science and medical coorfination...
The supercollider bearing gifts so we can hyperskip across space and time while manipulating matter, and then project the reality of the wave upon which we would like to durf with life...its do beautiful, this journey, just to be alive.
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