Would it be presumptuous if my words contained essential oils. Would it be magical to leave importance there when some words are spoiled. With fangs like a slithering cobra waiting to attack. The mindset moving forward to the precise moment, its relaxed. Nevertheless, I am not a prediction, just a puppeteer with flute in hand. Waiting for the innocence truth that will follow as soon as it can. Magic is all around me. The trees are covered with aqua blue leaves. Mimicking the skyline, different shades of blue. Can she smell the fragrant essence, essential oils applied to mother nature's beautiful designs. Like a tapestry completely woven, an everlasting timeline. I must be careful what I wish for, as manifestations get actively involved, to make it true. However, I am in the perfect alignment to tickle the stars then caress the sexy moon. How close am I to heaven, just thinking about it, what would I do. Wishing peace and sincerity for those who imagine as I do. Somewhere just beyond the mountaintop, increasing beyond the skyline of aqua blue. Essential oils.
© Daniel Mason