“The just amount of intoxication should be procured, Weaving love with love, bound together, the result is to be collected.
If I wish to perceive a presence, closing of doors, leaks of light are expected.
The intoxicating substance I have, it’s amount unknown. Love is readily available now, it’s presence I can sense sharply.
Even when the doors are closed.”
more to come


a little something I imagined last day. here: bigger version

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