I cannot not write about this day. From the beginning of september, the blue shirts upon tan skin in white sand, cupping lake water with beer on my lips and satisfaction at life's clips I had it all. i really did.
And now, Past new chapters novels of lessons gaining clarity of mind september needs to be written about it was a lovely petal that peeled and cupped me, where it fell
all season like leaves bring new warmth to the songs of listeners that spring, and raise you a little higher through your legs in your body
I gave you all the love i had what a beautiful song that drifts you back towards something soft and sensual about time that brings you forward towards a new awakening a reason you, yes you dreamed it. what i had hoped in you all along.
The twinkle in your eyes melts, upon bread like cheese or sugar in dying stars that bread elements of all we are the cleansing matter, of joy, we fall upon, and laugh we are happiness
