The door of fiction transcends the likeness of reality.
Laughter is dressed with an uninvited consequence of surprise.
Victory exists within an untamed instinct – to affirm the burning desire which calls out onto you!
As presence is clarified by the nature of your standing, there is power in the discipline which guides your motion.
Admitting to the discovery that is in your own soul and the drifting days which cause the concurring revelation.
Not being able to spell through the continuance variety – the declarations are spelled out.
Truthfully these papers are written because they announce themselves to me.
They write unto and into me – how glorious is the pin and sin of pivoting rewards!
Casting by the midnight fixation of resting, you are no longer moving in the one.
Such joy and bliss in my heart because of the midnight glistening of sweetly given melodies.
I’m dead and alive.
The received and alienated!
There is a white picture here, but I don’t know if you recognize it?
It’s still here, Only existing by the fiction of the background.
I’ve become very aware of the discovery necessary in my own soul and this month I feel closer to this present reality!
I feel these writings will become a story told of old and new.