those egyptian eyes get me everytime. help me dance and watch the stars shine in a celestial turpentine i love to drip into my iris’s to blur my vision into a clearer perspective of the infinite.
cycle cycle cycle out onto floating islands hopping from plateau to plateau. prison wrestling with a no holds barred appeal.
these seals and sigils give a gravity of gravitas that carry me to the next maddening clarity.
breath in and out various spirits in a mutually beneficial attempt of being set free.
though i find most are afraid of leaving the stability of the grounding frequencies that love to grant various familiarities.
an unending cache of virtuosity of various patterns ,themes and intensity.
the potency of such things as these are usually gauged directly with how much your willing to believe.
More relevant than ever.