Somethings need to be:

Make it real!

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

I am released from the undertows of death

Spurred forth from violent ashes

My lemons are now succulents

Breezes float by me in dream time

Crows seem to say hello

And a large orange spider walks to me

You are coming to your new horizon

Chimes tickle my heart,

There is harmony in everything.