Without a plan.there is nothing to command,bouncing off asteroids and cutting through a place too uncomfortable to stay,A feeling of your presence,like breathing ozoned air after a thunderstorm
The whistle of the summer breeze blowing in the window of your '67 Mustang GT500
Sitting with your lover or a friend on a patch of soft grass in the middle of the end of neverend
no words ever spoken of your delight,I can't see it to write, I can speak it and feel,my curse is as perfect as your soul.To dream,to propagate fullfillment,search out and find substance and shape,expand senses,understand feelings,take on life sharply,shapely with vision.
For a miracle is not often granted,Angels came down and announced of you.a promise of friendship,a country ranch dream,a farm to invite our favorite friends
I can not imagine life with no love,life without sharing a body,a feeling,all emotions,all of the soul that is not taught