With weathered temperature, I break down currents whelming from my insides out the clues that can’t speak about the heart any differently. Maybe there is denial or some type of degree of heat that we deny, our experiences weather us with rain and snow or drought. They all have purpose. Maybe because I hold onto my seemingly crushed ego from back in the day that rose my being to cold Antartica. I won’t let go of the heat I feel, but I will let go of my umbrella. I would like to feel it all.
our narrow tinted wings, gaining height,while deeply giving depth unknowenly. and we second guessed it but it came back, it always comes back we always come back together.
don’t curse anything, not even the heavy distance for it all is an impenatrating combination to ourselves forever. the whispered blows from winded past, and the quaking irony of our embelished in love souls, not raging. Encouraging everyday like it is our own , our last and ours to hold We’re a deadly thriller purpose all the ingrediants of a natural born cause. a regionment of self reflect, surrounding ourselves like always
even with the clouds flickering about, our shadows on top and over, someday we
me and you will unite in flight officially as rainbows pin themselves to the brightening sky
and eagles soar through couragous weather, burning brightly at our sides, we will lift our embeded beating hearts and continue along with the non existing seconds and the drops of drying tears, filled with joy and engagement, we’ll sing raise our wings and