When you think, who's feelings do you thought?

When you feel, who's thoughts have you felt?

Then Inside, whom have we really become if Only for a moments blink...

Shyed away, I cried today... & as the tears carried me down the stream, I went with them. When we realized just what had happened, thereby returned stood 3...
The third was the pupil & 2wice were the mentions...

~*...of a Timeless Beauty called 1*~

Oh voyage, ye field of priceless palace, splendor this night. Remind us why there is cause to be ourselves & just mabey show us a dawning twhylight, because. Through gospels of webs of gospels, the seemstress draws the curtain up and to, down and around. Walk me through the work of your play and teach me your efforts in vein, through nautical maps & surviving traps. Holding a hope in the palm of fingertips, such like a hand to hands the message to arms holding the. Everlasting utopian topography, lines of elevations, deem dreams unwound, clearly found, centered upon sounding topples of tables of contents by saying what happens last, first. Pages flipped and scripts' turn their hidden hips to a time when much is missed, the sky remains unkissed. Flocking to gander and soul by gender, the footprints in the sand, I was there. Commas questioned the exclamation thereof. Kind the day and might the say when every soul drops to knees staring at the sight of trumpets sounding sky of muses eyes, views of clues in dues of dyes of sighs internaleyezed in hidden buys invested crys and all we had to do is to try. An open ear to the passage of sizzles and drizzles licking lips and tears, mundane and obscured alike. Even is the shore, and odd the more, tri-angled in types and tree'd by rooted likes, carress by kites and winds carry. Arriving at best, once more in the comfort of landing... for nest is the child and for child is the best, enter as such and forever be blessed...

Home is heart the where is?

yes, so be It.

(of course)