Discovery of webbing…

Convalescent, I slowly rise from a state of devastation. Spread upon this apathetic grid, so simply content. In a larger image, believing this grid is overwhelmed with a powerful tide. A constant wave of ectasy throughout the spirits occupying spaces beneath this ocean. Im simply washed away with the devotion and the depth of emotion. WIth use of my guils I could join a unity with thee. Connect with beauty, beauty spoken softly. No verbal announcments, just adapt to each others angelic path’s. Together. Envisage, an endless attachment with an outburst of charachter. Charachter with constant change and enjoyable themes. What a glorious plane, a medow even. No more solicitous moments. Remembrance of a dark bleeding sky in which held thumb on all opportunity. As the thoughs of the witnesses on battle grounds with rain from above, sights and vivid flashes of insanity. Helplessly crying out for shelter, dropping to their knees and consuming the novicane. Building a tolerance. What  massive confusion lies in the tide. So many stems to explore and one gifted shot to endulge, What could go wrong? Believe me, solidarity will overcome. It has too…… It must….we must my unity.