Don’t worry about me if you cannot clearly see, it’s not yours. Don’t worry if you cannot feel the elation in my expectation because preparation is not your donation. It is captured and released with every raw emotion portrayed through my graphic narration. Listen for yourself.
In passion and faith, your continuous inhalation is found within and without words. Awareness will be confirmed as you wipe away the unforgiving teardrop from your curious eye. Communion is the game of life, and your conviction has the cultivated taste of the bread of life. Taste for yourself.
The inner doorway I lovingly walkthrough you cannot find. The mystical place I like to hide you cannot feel. Wide awake I reveal the man that I have purposely prepared to be within me. My eyes stayed sealed commanding another external world, it’s not yours. The theatrical illusion will be your mistress as expectation becomes your impending lover. Feel your yourself
A contemplated wishing well is faithfully prepared as your thoughts tell a story of the ghost inside. My impregnable fortress is a shadow you cannot find within a mysterious castle you cannot feel. You are expected to be prepared as one ghostly ideal inside of your own three-way script. See your yourself.