Drenched in despair’s stench, words cannot describe the emotional contents as I crawled out of the misery to face the music and embrace the journey into mystery. There is only adventure, no certainty. Rhythm, harmony, and melody. Synchronicity telepathy. A secret belief in some kind of spiritual destiny. Everything in its right place, natural chemistry. Whether if it’s soon to be or eventually. Inevitably. We shall see if we will all at last become free. Run with me. Break on through and take on you. The other side is inside. Let’s ride.
