Incense blazing trails of clear white answers; guidance. She takes in the scent of everyday lies and confusion — left dry, drained and looking blankly into a future forward. Another night passes, replenished from worldly toxicity; she does wonder, from every time from beyond and under: 'Will I survive another chain of flesh or is this a blessing in disguise that's about to be uncovered?' — questions only the clouds would answer.
The gallows await her usual flight; but everyday, her inner desires to raise higher, prolongs her flight span, further with grace and strength.
With only one answer to change the course of her self-conflicted destiny, the tides of wonder sing ever louder.
'Not today.'
About the Creator
Philip von Grave
I allow the guidance of the winds - winds of free form emotions through any form that sways the dominant beats of the heart, during that very moment; otherworldly, and earthbound, that brings out the natural beauty of our inner duality.
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