Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Godspeed
I could love you if you would let me. My soul is calling you softly to the winds of space, but you are not listening. When you do, when you hear me, know that its safe to come out. You will find here nothing but fragrant flowers and soft grasses, deep cloudless skies of blue and sunsets of gold - the habitat of my dreams, where you are welcomed, needed, desired. My soul sees your soul dansing freely behind that wall of fears. Let me help you tear down what holds you back from paradise; for I can...
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