Mind

Songs that float amongst the unknown thoughts of  the spirits alive. Truth hidden my society and recklessness smothered by souls trapped in the belief that there is a golden time which they have exited. Every time is a golden time my children, every moment is specifically important and historical, with meaning to never, ever be forgotten. Do not cherish winter more than summer, not fall's happiness to spring's. Every nonexistent moment you are alive, live. Force is a debatable role in all action, so let yourself be force by yourself. Let guitars sing you to sleep so the cold winters air can soak into your being like the baths of lava you have just left. Let stories you have never heard of be explained in the upmost detail, lengthened into individual odysseys. This is your inner being which is being revealed, the most unique thing to ever not be seen. Picture the air that is not, but the reality is we are all in the sky being sent on missions of greatest importance - each and every one of us. The universe is Not. You are Not. I am Not.