I believed that love would conquer everything, but now I can’t fight for anything, between me and you; there’s nothing left to do; what would I do, to be a fool in love, again with you.
Still I sing along the echoes from within
Okay, Rembrandt is definitely a top contender in the RM custom
I asked why have I stopped getting synchronicties today. It seems unusually quite. Within two minutes it started again: hearing things as I am writing them, or hearing them as I am reading them, at the same moment. I am used to the symbols on the shirts. Used to the cartoon characters, the random critters. I am used to the universe talking through symbols and art.
Guy with free your mind shirt, thank you for reminding me during the heat and weariness of the journey, through the nosie and the chemicals. TuPac, one of the great ones, I feel what you’re saying, brother.
Heard and read as I wrote. The word was sleeping. I now know what it was saying. These words where the rhythm just reverbs and peaks, they had a meaning, I knew that in the depths of my hearts, but sometimes I could decipher them.
What a day, felt like walking through a movie
Whisperer of Truth, I trust in you to make me whole
Shattered skin, illusion and sin, Escape from the echoes within
It’s as if it reads like a story of little red riding hallowed wood
Alright, lets walk through the hallway into the realm of opulent delights and majestical heights
Far from heaven
