The liquided liquid with scent all over my senses brought to the garment of story tenses relaxing me fluently continuously to the play of loving courtesy of the lost and found myself in everywhere so intense in each person and in each coincidence I am that loving intensive fragrance who feels and sense everything in everywhere everyone in themselves.
I never thought I can actually transform it all into a pleasurable way of reading my thoughts their thoughts from everyone and everywhere feeling what I really do choose to dive in deeper for more of their real life play. Let go what is not even mine and just close the door to their chains.
A poem at play you could say sensing and feeling thoughts of another somewhere else and feeling their joy and sadness everywhere.
I walk even though I call it my own inner world my inside my joy My suffering my whole it is never about me it is always the oneNess of the whole I think I am reading your soul and I haven't even asked for it it came out of nowhere suddenly bringing me some funny joyful healing tone
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwin4 days ago in Fiction
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