Timing your thoughts to collect your sayings.
Sayings come and go, but thoughts never blow
into the slow motion of endless time. Words run thru my mind like a
thousandths land mines
each one exploding to create the memory that make the majestic explode
using to much dynamics to sooth ones soul. reconciling gets you to bow your head to a slumber sleep that leads into a chilling leap of unknown destiny. the world is round
and cured by physiology why not make it your own?