serenity, like divinity his alive, sweet awake inspiring this new road, untraveled within, so moved, compelled, partake just focus on the water the sound of it rushing feel and sit amongst the gods nothing false, sacred, the silence, secrets forthcoming schizoid strays of psyche and soul gone, like the games, we live and die upon, roles of the worrier, the warrior the bruised up boy, the boring girl "not today" his, another one enlightening, inspiring phrase that without him, my eyes wouldn't have seen, like the light in the day as in, "what do we say to the god of death" does he like, does he know? he encapsulates so much of my thought, my breath... amongst the water. i am secure, i am safe this clean and clear truth. nothing else feels real, matters but him. (that is you) and all i have got left is this re-imagined, reawakened heart, filled, this truth. and little to even less is more than the slightest sliver, shiver possibility he knows this and is pleased in his own space of silence his own enveloping waters a slight smile we both know he will never dare let on to me. captured without compromise i am guilty his overcome, overpower of me and all i can blame is that voice and those eyes bowen hart roselli 3 july 2020 ringwald love
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