Bliss confessions

The vow of your footprint has made my decision into a bliss of Nirvana. The nox of solo darkness has come onto a state of sacrificial joy. Between the rage of a semi warm place has come through us an alone desire to see the world.
To truly feel the blank thoughts of an unknown child, while breathing deeply into your unattended confession, which will rupture you in many galore ways. Some simple true structured relief’s in the small burn of reality open up to say its one of three choices. Severed days where the light doesn’t reach the top of the water. Essence the twin falls to the sacred passages. And swim for the moons blood bath. For the subtle awakening will bring us both a multitude of raining despair.