Low living

Place the last known atom of your traces down, keep it silent like the wind of change and the thud of living keep it low for the moments and disadvantages of our untold forsaken lives. Ideas come of who I am when continuing the wave of energy flowing through. I am alive. More than you could know… but keep this silent. No one could tell, keep it under, locked or told not to rebel, don’t tell. Treat it kindly, open its words and worldly wounds… dance with its intentions and diciper your goals. For everything we now know is one version of the the things that have happened before, its luck how we live them and I see mindful difference in our being… so don’t think like each other. Seek to find the happiness we’ve left behind, because no one is knowing, no one is going… we’re living behind doors that have locks and no one is realising the threat, no one is revealing the debate or the celebration of life. We’re scared, over the ocean, under the skies of green faraway truths, its in our youth, deny these words, think like yourself. For when living was a place we could see, under the tide, and over the sky of what is, and always will be.