Back before weak sacked of facts that separate from sensed.. what you see.. sense in hearing.. old friend same old ‘Spence’
Something sometimes bland.. always good.. always the same.. one who knows another who breaths life.. respects the game..
Lightness ever bright whether dawn of sun or flash.. maybe some young druggie when he finds his long lost stash..
When thoughts from deep inside.. when breath came to us here.. when flash color.. light seen.. sound falling on my ears..
Truth had sudden meaning every moment straight and true.. never circle back.. straightforward for good for every you..
Share you can.. you are aware to share.. true.. well.. of course.. give permissions with care.. social finds dark in remorse..
What you feel brought to what you may or may not speak.. never spoken recklessness.. direct you gift unique..