The falling two making three, allowing an experience so unique…through spectacles of blue/green, black soul seas. Do you really want to see into that field of dreams, where we met not of heels but soul seat energies?
Getting too close to comfortable as beliefs and mindsets mutate peering at me, teeth dripping sweat. Acknowledge. Recognize. Demonstrate. Release…repeat after me.
Boomerang, no perhaps a stone across the lake? My chances surely I would take, absurdity is only experimental by nature. One eye open with hearts over mortal matters always.