The universe is strumming. So nothing can harm my mind anymore. The world is spinning so I wont hold on to it, levitate, instead, tripping. Another space will divide to make these insides turn to sparkles of spirit moving through. The energy of the turns takes us on. speaking true. ************************ A crooked diamond will write, eventually. Sordid tales of gleaming importance hide even more lies of deepening regret. The shallowness of a grave does not have to be assertive of it's metaphor. A darkened will, will only cost you everyhting worth hoping for. This is why, my friend, the only way forward is happiness.
