The shag of complete seduction that entices one upon first glance as its fingers of comfort lure your weary eyes into the conditioning diffusion of ease!
Yet the dual enticement of a white light spectrum broods a heart felt upheaval of bliss where the wandering eye can play in peace x x x
it may be rhythmic blues to the fragmented soul, a craft unlike no other where the chase for sound imperfections rein truth of a melody so bitterly sweet it can never be repeated...
a door which leads to a space where dreams do manifest into the guiding warmth of a truth so real. The eyes they do steal a fixated desire to be kept close and whisper the truth with a warmth so real x x x
aspiring to rise to the soft glow. Soaring amongst the curls of breeze with eyes wide shut, such freedom felt so distant a dream...until now the spell has lifted x x x
consumed by the lyrical rhythm of type from word to sentence. The sun no longer aids such fascination, yet the generosity of a passer by encourages the continual curiosity of the text.