Some times you may not understand what I post, and that is ok.

But opening up to the possibility is key. You need to know the stairs that you go up, mine are glass and ping every time I step up, just like an elevator.

I want to see my dad, I want to spend time in the garden, east of eden. I want to prune roses and chat to him.

One piece from the book, I saw god his skin, was like facets of diamond and fire, I heard this drip, drip, drip, drip, drip it was tears from his eyes.

He said, Its been a long time since anyone has been here, son.

What are you waiting for, if you love him, then serve him.


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