Yesterdays Rising

Time Holds The Truth Let\'s Take Slow Steps My Conscious Curiosity Sidewalk\'s Remanence Catastrophic My Body Is Like A Metaphor This Is My Thought-crime When We Speak, We Breath Let Us Sidewalk Remnants Experience To Write I Am Fortunate To Know You Tell Me Fall From Grace He Who Waits Here Is To Become Part Of The Mud Loss The Hardest Part To The Readers Torn And Weathered Becoming One With Nature Combust And Feel Better Our Lucid Dream Lightworker Four Leaf Clover