It starts with endeavor and rides with a rush. I am not a future teller but I know this much. To live for the thrill of it, the warmth of it, the life of it. Makes every movement endless. And softly, without knowing, the tickles of natural wanting rises. There is no blame ever, only sweet claim, for I have done it again. The passion of risk, oh the flight without fear. A tender being, as honest as pure. Take it all because timing is everything. Having been here a million times and more. The best part is, living is the core, the center of my world. To day dream for a couple hours under yellow flowers, stopping only to devour, this beautiful thing. Hold me, unfold me and breathe me. Feel the wind upon your skin, with me. For what it all means is like that of a walking dream, gently before your curious eyes. Set spark to truth and embrace this golden way of life.
San Diego
April 10, 2012
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