Purpose
Sending my thoughts into my reflection response's in every direction forming a false thought of rejection. A picture in my mind of a picture of me before I was me started to surface to breathe happily instantly conceived waiting for its chance to deceive the truth deep inside of me. Spirit killed it in absolution knowing it would happen again until I Master being in my skin. I stay in pursuit of hope invisible to a indivisible of me as a good individual prayers are no longer rituals. The beat and passed on get in unison to dance in order to talk to me know please walk with me!! Visions awake on a screen or unconscious in my dream's if I could just learn to listen right now I would be devoted to listening. Is my purpose to search for my purpose? Dustin Legan
3:15 am Feb 16 2015
Copyright © Dustin Legan | Year Posted 2015
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