Don’t settle on downs. Delight and happiness will take you to the spots where you crave to go.
Back within the year’s, I go admiring once again back to the summers of my boyhood.
There were cloths of many shades every piece was tiny like a scent in the air.
And I didn’t have a blanket and it was down the fall, momma tailored the excitement together stitching every part with love.
She made my blanket of many shades that I was so pleased of, perhaps she said this shell will bring good fluke and happiness.
The route isn’t a decent line, Its a radial way. You will stretch back to the stuff you thought you learned and see darker ideas.
A long range gun in my father’s car ten years old and playing hard, he smirked at me and said you slip the gears.
He would hunt that radio dial and I would add down every mile till the station of tunes came in bright.
There was a radiant harmony tone on the tuner it knocked me in the gut, it clattered my soul, makes you love, leaves you swinging on every road.
Grief makes you tougher, Fear makes you bolder, Heartbreak makes you sensible.
I caught the morning shine of sunrise like a dapple drawn falcon.
The patterned clouds and the wimpling wind felt like ecstasy in my heart.
The glow of such a shine had fortified in me like a gliding bird in the winds of the singing sky.
Never dispense your instability to the world, because the world is much curious to fiddle with it.