a broken moment of heart I have awareness in the fourth wall. all I can be look behind what I feel belong, hurt me like a black whole
what has been broken can hurt, replaced but it is
I envision this way that saddle would see someone in need who needed something. As Leschi hanged as he was, As one does run thru a grassy field in freedom until bee sting or nettle underfoot gives revelation the world is not shaped for the sole purpose of the self, it is the world that knows it’s own existence.
if my purpose to be thing I wouldn’t know but my guess with what I took, I am shaped by wolf society that is a distance of which I was never adopted but held to some level of achievement before the passing of Lance Wilkie. Where I dawned a saw to cut timber as a boy when they shrugged my head.
lance if you could see what imagine I put into my mind with boards and held time. the woman in my dream always without hair, no understanding of her condition but a reverse v neck, shows our time.
in some way I regarded it is way that I know I will never be person of the cape. I still have the all that was given me from the Swans and when I was once mistaken as dependent of Helen with my surname I took sure to bow down out of a show. and of opportunity my peers of Micah alliance gave me was to sell what I could.
we have come a long way to our being.
As Lance gone and the work of canoe I will never not be the hollow if I am called to be for time.
some things ware the work and in time value no place can be this place without journey, we are those dinosauis.
all the men that dies on bridges I told you, we are are arms with our keep
ask me where I come from, tell me to go back to where I come from.