When you believe you. Then there's no room to beseech yourself, when your aligned. But these are only the thoughts that drift in my head.
So when you go to, there will be things unsaid.
These are the thoughts that are in my head.
Are these familiar voices I've heard. What mom said to dad when I was birth. I can't explain. It's laundered and withered. But blueprinted and see-through right under my head.
When you don't understand something people say it goes over your head. Analogies just like allergies....
Submission Name: Moe Ranting
