Arrival

And very soulfully she sunk into her chair Thoughts entered her mind but not like before For this was a different kind of night Grace was in the air Peace drowned her being She never saw such clarity before For this was a very different kind of night Nothing like ever before She was syncing … More Arrival

Foretaste

In the midst of contrast, sparks of desire arise, transcending into cellular combustion manifesting chimes of synchronicity. Impulsive intuitive alarms ring ever so slightly but loud enough to predicate algorithms of connection. And there it is again, an abstract inkling of love amplifying hope in it’s purest form.