There IS a voice inside your head that you’d benefit from listening to once in awhile.  It speaks to you, shrouded in the form of thoughts…… that usually come true…. vague, vivid, close…… you’ll forget, then you’ll remember as you remember…. the days events unfurling before you…… and you’ll remember that the voice told you…..  I ain’t kidding kids….. pay attention when you’d rather not….. and then you’ll know…. you’ll really know…. and you WILL start to pay attention…….

And…. again….. can’t help but discuss it…. write it out……bring it up because it’s the shroud from under which you wake in the morning…. the heaven that you search to achieve as you begin…. and the  swish of shelter that hems you in to dreams at night…..

Morning sky…… colors crowded…. one over the other…. gray paneled purple inking backdrop glow….. deep horizon etched in… carved like into black painted wood…. promising never ending city waking activity….. or ancient walled in city, dusted dreary dream in rain….

Colors crowded, layered one over the other….. proud…. individual… trustworthy grays………….



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