Afflatus
There is something I have come to realize. There is a way to recognize true love.
One can tell when one begins to grow in ones own skin.
Too simple to limit to romantic love. It's love of exsistence, through breath and movement.
Yeap. That's today's beat. Scratching everything but my head.
Still dreaming. Still imagining. Still progressing.
One can tell when one begins to grow in ones own skin.
Too simple to limit to romantic love. It's love of exsistence, through breath and movement.
Yeap. That's today's beat. Scratching everything but my head.
Still dreaming. Still imagining. Still progressing.