in tuned with my true freedom; its and exhilarating feeling, usually moments like that happen are seldom. right now though I could jump high enough to touch the ceiling. experiencing honest happiness, it can hit n a way that humbles you.
mind throttling to my senses; I’m wide open, and my fuses has blew. in all the most wonderful ways; cloud nine is so cliché. though, the number eight has always been infinite, you see? the time we talk about, we spend it. making the things of the future be a wind of love, and a compassionate breeze.
my outlook on things evolve each moment I perceive; it gave me the power to only review and receive what I should learn to know – to make all things able to conceive. I hope you understand what I mean…
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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