This fire that lives in my chest (amazing grace) will ignite til divine overpowers my senses, submitting me to myself. In love Spirit this morning.

It's my world, everyone else is just in it

To live is an addiction. To die is the same.

My belief is that no matter what I will always allow these things to liberate my experience.

My bones wrapped in muscular blankets are hugging each other tightly. They are seeking to give kindness to themselves. On the inside is lovingly chatting about it.

The feminine in you brings out the feminine in me, damn.