Hours have literary passed since the first page, can't really wrap my finger around the fact and matter of true happiness, and stages to becoming one truly with another.

Is one's happiness because of another?
Do you have to feel something to know there was nothing?
Would you be embarrassed if you'd know you don't love thyself?
Best believe, believing is seeing.

Now that we've gotten over thoughts humbling my mind,
Humble as God giving life with but one humoring question.
Do you love chocolate or cake?

Falling asleep for two nights in a row I stay steering at a particular picture that brings up the second page on the first day, this picture makes me trigger happy to write down my thought and melody and turn them into symmetrical pieces to a reading eye. You have become a wine glass amongst my set of unbreakable thoughts, a mirror I see my handsome self portrayed through.


As I lay by, trying to put all my eggs in my basket. I'm stuck in a door way, with mountains and fountains, I'm drowning and fish is falling from the sky and rain coming from the river. I think I'm going through some changes, changes that I can weaver as the lessons inner stage thicker and thinner.

I continue to be a dreamer, so much of a sinner.
To be with you I know I have to be a winner.