In all instances the emotions ran high
Followed by whole lot of love
Then the soul ripped the heart, mind and emotions to pieces.

Because I am a rascal and the world saw another persona when I danced to a tune that was whimsical

I am alive because I want to see through my experience as being human and if that is not natural then we are all mad.

There is a needle in the hay stack that I need finding - how, when is the question. Or should we ever want to question?

(Best for new beginning till we meet again or post new year with Saint Ali Coffee shop rather than at the funeral parlour)