i adore the look of blue in his eyes check my pulse to see if i'm still alive infatuation is a curse
then sudden words permiate the surface of reality from the ethosphere and in reflection i can't really eat now and i'm not hungry at all
even from a distance the heart feels the will of resistance steadfast in glancing persistance to over come the everchanging void of insistance the future is the past, only if I can find the patience
i love in a way that can't be found i love in a house that might have drowned i love in a town that beat me down and i'm still around so that i can transform the phoenix in order for my goals to peak next in light of the self assessment and knowledge attained
let there be no game
if you can't see through the rain and fog and mist then can adoration really fold into bliss and in those days i don't know if i'll get by, stay alive
but too close is just the same as too far away
i like what i have recieved that love is love, love and i need give love to be loved
in the witching hour's sentence of a heartbeat in which i just might fall from love to love in love through love around love
catch me in the wind when i ascend
~~~~~~~~ luv R. https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12 psycho. "Institutions encourage us to consider the opinions they sell as "facts" and that we "believe" rather than question the morality they pitch." cities need fewer shopping malls and more skat