The hills have rolled away with my heaven
I step onto a rock, see myself reaching up to the blue sky
Come to find out, it’s not the sky at all but your eyes
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I think all of our thoughts are part of our memories. I also believe that memory and the past is an integral part of our present existence. Not all memories are good, but not all memories are bad. Hopefully we all have a good mix of memories that will help us reach our highest potentials in this life. My goal is to bring back my memories and to make them all sweet somehow.
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1 comment:
this was so potent. nothing, I repeat nothing, gives you a greater feeling than waking up to someone you love and I don't mean it in a sexual way but a genuine love and conection that only God you can thank for.
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