Behind each dark corner and blind spaces in hidden shadows these faces emerge watching me along my travels. Alone I speak to the trees, the moon and my stones, those which have shown me true colors and none other I seek.
We are a tribe, full of colors, shapes, sizes and different minds. So I spend time alone with much food for thought, wishing that I could show you all the rhythm of vision (within this dream I have got)
Cause right now we are imprisoned by our own fears subliminal messaging and impulse decision with no comprehension of what you’re backing.
Here I am, now, manifesting it.
