Wounded,
that may be why I picked a fight with life,
thriving feels like loving with a state of hiding in my walk, in my talk in my speech, on a Beach under blue skies, waves from swells in the middle of the ocean, the depth is of this meditative state, you conjure up the love inside your traits, your stats, kindness is your cap, altruistic, character by nature, lighting patches inside the dark like each and ever vibrant star, such the universe is always you, I cast aside my normal limbs to kiss your hand, on bended knee in my dreams to you.