A Matter of Taste for Mother-Nature

A Matter of Taste for Mother-Nature

I’ve got this philosophy about life

Your heart will be exposed to help you keep great expectations.

Build a dream.

Make them your own paradise.

The hands of time in which you are grounded by could move magic to your table.

Like being a Sun and Water soul.

You dream of…..

I dream on glass petals echoing in the wind.

I love every once in awhile in color.

And I have not forgotten.

A ridged marriage to the contempt filling the great gap of elementary.

Because nobody wants to live a life of neglected lust.

What is inside a relationship that a heart is imprisoned to?

Memories that wont last.

There is a key.

One that lets you see other concepts.

And yes, to leading to the conquest of space.

Someone had to stop him!

You have a secure broken window and it does not harden.

He’s damaged life so you can go on losing.

Choose what your child would remember.

Falling asleep doesn’t have to be a silent struggle.

Poor out your love.

Not by excess moderation, but it is important to remember balance.

So I took control.

There is no joy that tries being broken by being silenced.

Letting yourself go are the balanced times.

I believe in….

what I know for sure.

Always lie in the middle of the road.

When you get thrown, you get back up.

Worry not about the hands of time

Out here it is just you and the stars.