A daunting rain of images swirl in the mind.
The soul enters through the passing breeze.
The purity is felt in the lungs through the deep breath.
Such winsome secrets are beyond the undeserving being.
Tears puddle upon the earth, unrestrained emotion in its sheerest form.
Origins stream plainly before the eyes, overwhelming all at the same moment once realization is found.
Colors stream through the clouds gently, every sense absorbing the latent intellect of the macrosm.
This is living.
 Vulgar Fantasy · Sun Feb 24, 2013 @ 01:52am · 0 Comments |
