We all find ourselves flipping through the pages of history to find a synonymous argument that appears to tame our own biased perspective. Ultimately, can it be in the heart of commonality where our search is renewed? Finding positions that signify a truth to our unspoken realizations. As we begin to entertain the length of colorless imaginations told through HIStory, we wonder where is the mother; to all that is embedded in the seeds. I’ve found my gestures paranoid as my eyes read through the variation of individual insight. I’m speaking from a peril of context and the journey through the windows of content.
Pay no mind to my accusation – I’m only what you believe about freedom.
I noticed your call and my heart is back to you. I am consumed on the deadly possibility.
I am consumed on the deadly possibility.
As your call desperately arises in my voice.
As your call desperately arises in my voice.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniformed and random means) 