The conversion experience of the light which shines through us all has been lite. In these days of the end, to get a glimpse of your eclipse is the means to a troubled souls content. Get lite, in such a fashion in which to stretch across this earth's horizon is thee ultimate. Thee ultimate completion of your journey on a rotation the sun consistently hits. Lost in the bellows of the deep darkness that strikes you inadvertently to get to the next. That's how its works, for its blazes me, the culprit, and thee innocent. Cast a shadow to give shelter to the sun burnt and ill prepared for their light has no off switch. Peeling dry off all contemporary memories, enable to soak the moisture of Love's sweet kiss. Peeking through the crevices of a concrete connection may a red rose be born in the ghettos of your inconsistencies and discrepancies. With all honesty, if its lit then let it be seen. Flash drive it into the pores of black heads and dirty niches left on your hero's skin. In their human that same darkness haunts their loneliness. Wrap your light around a bundle of brown maple branches giving warmth to a village. In our children, it must be shown and over heated. Be diligent in its out pour and blow a fuse in the electrical wiring of your personal society. let its yellows, oranges, and reds beam across hearts pumping blood into thin veins. Be lit, or be content with your light of love on slow dim. Choose ~Zsazsa khu Lawson
Featured Photos- Maya Johnson, Jeffrey Van Sciver
