Strongly anticipating inner decor being rearranged to suit
musical, artistic needs for life-giving solitude.
Twisting cognitive functions, grasping abstractions to be
plied and met inside caverns of my mind.
Soothing melodies, filling my soul with chimes of early
traditional church organs, playing effervescently within
subconscious beauty.
Finding and searching depths of meanings, changing them to
suit my needs interiorly.
Keeping sane through all the hardships in life, never veering
from literal pathways, enjoying every word and it's flavor
filling my mind's taste buds.
Aromas of heaven's gardens, saturating atmospheres of my
intense mind.
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