Breathing In A Room…

Back over break you bend softly to show a world splendidly lofty. The beam of it a light shown up in a chasm stick a needle in a cup. Pulse is lifting a course action I’m curious I look in chords my mind. My eyes slightly ever so softly sin. Where my mind harken, commend….

Ascending

It will be so I know a time will come to end life mine. I have made many memory to edify me to see clearly. The sky it is crying says no more secrets in me to grow. Mystify does the world now not so I will pain now allow. No more will I search…