The Evolution of Thought

What of inevitable decay, but my spirit is free! The pushback of growth, much like the resistant soil as a sprouted seed pierces through it. I’m getting old in the sense that I am willing to put up with less sh*t! But happy people are like a nectar tickling my third eye. Language is a crime so why be formulaic. Like a google translation from Russian to English we paint the scene a scant with words. Even still let us try to make sense of the microscopic with the necked eye. SALUTE
– ST


~ by BE LIKE WATER on January 22, 2015.

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