So you have continued on. This is the second chapter of my first book. But it is the same as the first, only with a different twist. This is a new ways of thinking simpler minds, simpler metaphors, and clearer pictures. Yet this chapter is about forgotten faces and time that has past. There is no clearness in what was drawn, only disorder. There is no said way that it began or ended, because there was no beginning and ending. There just face, face drawn in a storm. “Faces that had no name place on them, only adjectives.”
Where To Be
Joint Souls
Fire Touch
Fallen Child
Blocked Steps
Kings Mask
Angel Eyes
Sweet
Static Vibes
Hands Reaching
Reaching Hands
Turned Away
Closing Storms
Dearest
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