What if God’s breath was the reason for waves and the the three little pigs triumphantly tempt him to cause tsunamis some days?
Everywhere we are consumes a crease in his mind, and everywhere we are not is just frozen in time.
I could only see what my mind could construct, my eyes are the only ones I could trust. For conception can not be complete without my mental perception.
What if my mind send messages from my heart, conveyed through my soul?
Would that make my soul the almighty and my heart the Picasso painting my reality?
I looked deep into the sea once, and reality glitched, starring into the abyss caused blood to drip from my fists, and I inhaled the waves.
He has trees sticking out his sleeves, while I conjure them next to me just to breathe
And our fluidity is fueled through blood, sweet and tears.
My fear..drapes clouds over the stars and I could only see faint twinkles of what I could be.
My fears reset my senses to countless ideas,
It casts my potential out to sea like a fishing lure, my heat is bait for the unbroken ones.
Mystery fills my lungs a bit more full because I need to carry what I can with me to remind my self I can change the colors of the world when I blink.