Fire born from smoke rises upward engulfing the desire within reluctant souls. Leaping from the shadows grasping one's heart. A heart that begs to be held and kept from harm.
Words of no relevance hammer down as rain falls eroding timid barriers built on a battered coast soon to fail, flooding is immanent to the uneasy.
Morning calm sets upon a smooth, glass like bay reaching out, pulling you in satisfying a desperate need. Hand to heart, beat by beat and breath by breath your resolve is eventually met.
Tiny ripples break a superficial plane as you set sail once again in Intrinsic Sound.
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