"Everyday I wake up with my face up to my Father--Makin sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed and harvest." - Kendrick Lamar (On Me -The Game)
I can barely type this because I'm bopping so hard, lol. This song awakens every thread of my continuous sheet of fascia, giving my skin the sensation of raised tingles. This cat is a modern-day Poet, with something substantial to say. I see why he was just at the White House yesterday. But, I digress...
I, especially love folks that have something to say. It's something incredibly, delicious and arousing when you walk away from a conversation stimulated, smiling and challenged.
My God, this year has come in with something to say and it's been all G-O-O-D! <3
Again, as I sway and gyrate in this chair; dancing is what some call it-- attempting to pull one of the many adventures I've experienced since the New Year has come in, is an epic fail. I can not sit still long enough to concentrate.
I can feel their eyes on me...watching me, absorbing my every movement and trying to figure me out. I like it. Their sending me intense energy...I'll receive it, sweetly and confidently. I feel incredible today. Maybe, I should stop this vain attempt at writing today...I feel like a cup of smiles that's also been added to a bottle of champagne that's been shaken, increasing and intensifying the already, effervescent beverarge. My concentration levels are in the rears...so, I'll simply leave you with these poignant words that I extend to my sweetheart. You know who you are. This is for you doll, I got you <3
"My heart beats, when yours is too heavy; life support, connected by it's chambers. For my heart is yours, whenever you need it.
Telepathically, Yours. " - H. Goddess
*for our Root Chakras* <3
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*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...