If that is a word... which it probably isn't.
Blue birds in flight, digging under the ground. Hoping for a light, darkness abound.
Live let love fly hold love. Truth, thought, freedom. Feeling the smooth flow of simmering life bubble about. True in color, and in form. Living that life that is true born. Wanting needing feeding breathing and flying away from the slithering sear of hollow form. Endear whats important forget whats not, leaving behind all that empty space.
This is life, life truly lived, being all and being none, finding the sense hoping for none. Facing the truth, holding the facts. Finding it a relative smack. This is life, life held dear, wandering and hoping for what will draw near. This is life, waiting for peace, wanting to express to attain that peace. The stream it flows, ebbs and banks, we must follow it still, to the end of the way.
Feeling free, this is who I am, I will never be silenced, I will never relent.
To be continued...
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