Passion swirling in the wind. A driving force of beaty knowing nothing but her dreams. An angel finds a master only to see it's in herself. She lies awake knowing nothing more than her truth, all she needs, all she’ll ever know. It is enough.
I find myself in this heaven doubting if it’s true, seeing it as Hell, but knowing in my heart of hearts that there could be no other. It is all as it should be. I lie down and dive into the depths of my H...., no not Hell but a welcome mat to the world beyond the waking, the world within my heart. Too cheesy? Too bland. Take a canape and dive into bliss. It’s here in everything.