Sunlight has pre-kissed our prosperous voyage ahead. There is a treasure in our fields, a treasure in our skies, in warbling, sprawling eyes. A triplicating promise that is written in stars, despite how wrongly we travel.
The world responds to people, who listen to their lostness.
Years act like escalators; having to go up, before they can be counted down, starting from the bottom each unpadded time, to recreate brilliant, outstanding memories! Memories shifting along on conveyor belts. God and I were like two stones sharpening one another.
‘My angel scoured two roads to show major differences.
A maintainer- a friend of mine.’
Tunnels get acquainted with you near the end forcing light for your way out of troubled times. Reach your hand out like God does to whom suffers in silence. “Silence can become peaceful again, you now know this”- I can hear him again.
‘Recovery happens in stages, in chunks of struggles. A rambling boredom can strike but prayer activates my power. Totally aware that change seems impossible if no energy seems available. Stranded in a second at a time, reliving a past, a history. It comes to a stage where fake smiles want to produce tears, I understand this. Forced smiles cannot heal opened scars. Tears can shape them back into place. Dreams remain anchored until you hear my call’- I made you; I have planned your plan.
The caterpillar that turned into a butterfly-
‘The caterpillar’s body- its inner awareness, twists, curls and curves into whatever course it wants to route its head. Soak yourself in a bath of greenery, in a bath of leaves just like a caterpillar does.
A second chance with a second glance when you see the butterfly fly-
Also, there is not one drug manufactured to cure bad feelings. The root of the weed will remain if you don’t deal with it, to stop it from growing a new head. The happiest people in the world don’t obey societal pressures. I God, the only drug that holds no bad interactions, irritabilities, petulance’s or unfair reactions. Diversity and new dimensions unfold, rediscovered in my portrait, even in barren stations where individuals don’t stop twice in. I have depth deftness, a way about me, that soothes disease caused by disbeliefs in thousands of incorrect sensations in instant intuitions.’
‘If you do your best, I God, will continue to do the rest.’
‘Love is not what you say, love is what you act upon. You will never miss out on what’s for you, it won’t pass you by. Even if it has to come to you in a roundabout way. Voices can give sensations without expectations. The voices that come to give choices.’
“Gods face pushed back into the closing clouds.”
‘A tunnel of gold revealed to be a winning streak, full of blonde, brown leaves more oranges than ever. Dashes of yellow, flickering through a tunnel of leaves. Grass healthier than I have ever seen, greener than a shamrock on St. Patricks day. Autumn staying longer in baskets filled with seeds, the winters have shortened.’
God spoke outwards again:
“Don’t pick a circumstance to settle into maybe the right circumstance hasn’t acted yet. The sun will send down kisses from its inner warmth, what comes your way will feel cosy to choose- it will feel unconfused, and aligned just like when the sun tips your face with its rays of warmth to comfort a stiff body into flexibility.”