Closing doors on a continual basis,

or con.Never entering cages of attitudes that are lies hidden from truthsand existing in many depths from other dimension’s too difficultfor others to find.Being many talented, focusing onto edges of memories, too saddenedto be on levels of thought.Only hanging onto emotions, veiling their existence with a volumeof smoke from unlit candles.Sophomoric themes being handed down…

Reverberating throughout my intellect, giving me pleasure beyond what life can even give me.Solace and serenity fill me with a calmness I can’t achieve any other way.Silently beckoning to inner talents, falling into backdrops of peace.Taking years into moments as I fill many pages with posterity’s legacy.A sense of purpose filling me within.

remember when younger.

Inherent abilities tend to move around and place me inpredicaments I’d rather not be in.Soothing, awakening a futility that’s arranged, bring-ing my mind to a capacity given from birth.Solving problems with an accuracy of percentages infavor of other dimensions.Figuring only about an eighth of mental acuity, takingme on many journeys throughout lifetimes as I liesleeping…

Adjoining partners in sublime contemplation, forgiving another’s presence with appreciation for what good was done when together.

Peacefully, I address Him in prayer, hoping to find answers that are never readily at hand.