A molded breath

         Tickled delights hold simple memories in
a frozen frame. Lights spark interest at all directions.

       Entering a mode where the mind breaths yet the
lungs are gasping for air. Hmm. Noted there is no
shock nor sadness just peace. Calming ripples that
waver deep inside my spirit.

       Silent the waves of emotions are settled. No
necessary means to anything just wanted attention.
La. How so true is that of crocodile tears.

      Hmm. Imperfections. Must I always, constantly
remind myself that there are the flaws of others
who surround me? Yes else I shall be too high upon
a stool.

     Calming placing a hand over my heart and the
other against my slender neck, I relax.

       So cautious is the conscience. Constantly striving
to achieve what is at the top of the list. Hmm.

     Soon the oils of the radiant moon leak down
throughout the skies. Holding the eyes, glued to the
whole view of awes. Dawning on a grand gesture
of overwhelming kindness the silliness begins to
unload before my baby blues.

    Alas clearly I forget about all that may be
shouting, demanding me and return to the sights
of grand scenery unfolding before me.

    Shh. Simple beauty in acknowledging we all have
imperfections, yes. Accepting and still loving is one
of the greatest pieces of us all.

    Now I only hope that forgiveness echoes into
all as it does me. Hmm. A good hope, yes?

     So here I sit trying to figure out if blue and green
shall be decorative or if the palest forms of pinks
and dove whites shall be placed against peachy
pinks. Hmm to ask, who would answer?

    Would you, dear friend?