there’s this thought 💭
I always take my hand and feel the cover of a book
it feel like texture reading to me
just before I open the pages
I see myself in the back of a Limo
the sky is dark the street lights touches your skin
your head fall into my lap.
the rain begins to fall
and the limo driver ask
“ should I go around the block once more sir”
in that moment I know not control
but the truth.
the truth is I feel vibrations like reading textures
my eyes follow endless directions
directions of no destination
I never want events to end.
I never want to leave out “where id begin “
I thought of not control.
but the idea of surrendering.
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