Truth In Senses

Share Edit Truth in Senses by Jourdan Bilbrew Jutting pines dancing wind branches that wave, the smell from the needles excite your brain, foliage, grass, and bark on the ground. You realize you have a past but don't turn around. The present is euphoric the future is vague, happiness is mad unless effort is made. A hand that manipulates a pen a mind that creates peace, begins with zin, zin can overwhelm hostility and pain. A mental bruise begins to scar healing can only begin when the problem is shined upon and not hidden in the dark. Smoke is airborne for a short period of time, then evaporates or falls. The smell remains so it collaborates with all, which is matter; therefore, smoke is neither before or after it's always like a stain that is powerful in stature