Saturday, September 3, 2011

saints,salvation,simplification

i wonder through the heirloom nights in my manifested utopia... cornered by an inkling of a life i left behind....tinkering with notions of happiness..freedom spilled out the crack of a foundation built on hopeful imagination. the sea is an enchantment of infinite proportion\ rest safely, delicately, arousing transformation while centred in your space of integrity. rooted instigation. speak the truth.
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