What is easy
Curves and wiggles
Another tossing angle for the fire
You haunt me at random
And I let you stay
Its different now
Just fading images
No heart
Said out loud I miss the feeling
As if to realize the death of it
Totality possible
As the changes stir
Proximity to the intention imagines a new face
Slow liquid color falling down a page
Little can stop whats pressing
Delusional lines are the dreams
And dreams are from the dreamers
Without changing hope
Press on watching a masterpiece
The next corner
From an inch of movement last month
Switched the ways to believe
Just as you are
Right there in the awkwardness
Altered from a positive source
Living with the sources
Miles tall in a mile revolution
Glue in hand
Dirty feet
Rocky entry with a slow subtle motion
Furthering further in
Hands to its heart center
Clues
Hazy Acres 
Your Thoughts