I picked the longest song and let it take me along the golden highway of dreams. There was no plan to follow, no plan to have to swallow. No mood that needed to be corrected, no filter that needed to be injected. It was just me and the universe and the ride was significant enough for me to see the opening in the sky. What I saw was striking and unclear as it should be.
There can be nothing worse than having a map layed out for me to follow. At the same time not acting on the favored plain cannot be used as an excuse to scatter and fold from within. Those within times are reserved for instances nobody can tell or dwell about. Following a plan for me is absolutely useless. My plan is to maintain a considerable portion of time devoted to the saturation of silence as I continue listening to that song that takes me home; where little spectors roam singing their songs in somber, soft tones. LLc 98.2
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