Feeling my way through the gusty gales of the cold fallen breeze now leaving. Bringing in the warm spring weather. Heading home as geese fly low this season.
Crying over broken hearts – I’m falling in love. Drinking from the same cup. Filled up. Pouring out the energy that is physically between – The world of the ancient and the land of the dream.
Dancing Beelzebub and deities. These shared experiences now called these special moments. They reaffirm our belief in the quantum loop and it is ours to call our own.
Dancing Beelzebub and deities. Finding courage to believe – that it’s possible. Anything. As long as it’s honest.
Eternally changing. All the good times and bad. Shedding tears that we had these special moments – to call our own.
– Ian Evenstar