” When we remember we all are mad, mysteries dissapear and life stands explained.”
I belong to myself
A feathery brush of Dandelions against your skin or a hushed pulsation shunning in a quiet corner sometimes cloaking a secluded reply a shy smile in a genial demeanour You can never fathom the truth they undeniably live. And if you catch a glimpse of the fulgor oozing out of the corner of their pure…
Let the soundness of the system protect the rights of each.
Relieved, pacific I apprehend.. it’s all justified. My faith is here, intact.