Words flow like static water in the never ending stream of meaning.
Words flop like the grey blossom drops upon a pyramid of visual testament.
We can search for our resonance within the sound vibration. Such a minute energy that releases beyond mental capacity.
We all have encountered new personal perceptions. Yours should awake to the regression.
The regression of the human struggle.
Shall I mention your laugh?
Love is a forgotten draft to an idea that is temporary. Not to be played by a rule.
If I was willing to suffocate the stars and meet you on mars would you match something greater for me, would you balance out the blasphemy.