“You are wrong, I am right Is this what’s its all about? Where is the love, the care? and all the lovely emotions that were there Is this all that is left in us, Questions, arguments and fights?” There I am looking at myself from above Thinking ‘What’s wrong with him?’ he used to be a good human being I feel like holding him up as asking him Weren’t you born beautiful, with a love filled heart within? I try to reach out and hit him hard on the head to make him forget his smart self, erase his pain and make him dumb-in-love again, to make him see the beauty and stop him from being dead, to help him create memories, he wishes never to erase again.
Writers note:- Imagining how would I appear to my soul when am arguing fighting with my love, because that’s not what I am and wish if my soul could guide me through this to help me create beautiful memories instead of the ones I would want to erase.
Touching hearts spreading love, caring and helping to restore the faith in love and humanity is important to me. Life is to live love and care in the end am just a soul on my journey and i want this journey to turn out to be the most beautiful of my eternal life.
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million
We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We
O Girls, O Women, Be Aware Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there, Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being, but they are far from human and most WILDER then Wild Animals. So it makes most difficult