osiruss

Letting go of the past, I'm here at last. In a moment that lasts with myself. I'm in the eye of the storm I love being away from the norm, taking each day as a gift, my spirit lifts, he can taste it on my lips, my pleasure is running with the wild horses, changing courses in the rain, never the same, but always carrying the flame, do you trust yourself? Do you trust you will get out of the maze? Be amazed and laugh at the twists, the turns, the burns from life, don't escape but laugh in the midst of challenge, love the ways of nature, and she will grant you pleasure.