I wound that heads itself, so fast. a time that takes me to place of my origin. the wound that keeps me whole in darkness knows its’ gravity. I do not practice anything of philosophy but I lived in a knight of shadow for ten years to bring out a wound with me that George David told me would reveal its own worth.
Do not be the time of peers and let them judge you what I taught you to reveal as a black dog when I am not hear and I will here you.
this will be the reward of your keep when you dream this. my best attempt to capture this love of life.
Foreign
there is a heart felt knowing, if one goes so far into the work, and know.
do best to venture this land mine, and it will give you only influence of it’s time. I am a tired keeper of dreams of all I can remember that is all.