Chapter 2
Just I try to reach it ... once more than i can feel it .......into the junctions of the street ....going through the valley of the deepest dreams...... To be with the passion of my nerve ...; can’t get along with the creed .
Flowing gently over my rib. Why cant you then look in the sight of the sun and see how longing thee heart is ......to mysteriously open the door of the june in the corp of the scope ........... Just can’t find a way back to the cold.
Where I found comfort in thee :... just targeting my soul .. to be at peace with the loving spirit in me..... Ride or die, take time and turn ur head back to the vessel of the coast before the sun cuts all blue and there is no color to crash
.... Seemingly unconditionally blessed to remember the melody of the coice that sounded like heating waves of the sea amd its about ro deop into my yield of clowns ...no vines too tight to rebuild the tower of this fruit .....
Find a way to look in the direction where your eyes cant hurt of the thrones of shading ties pointing at them ...
Find peace in the connection back to this....”we had”.. no more lies and hesitation over what you can do and get from what you deserve ....... learning closely to this am whispering into your soul ...... rush no more because it’s where you belong.
In these shining streets of diamonds flowing down the stream.... Just like “I”
