What actually is time?
It speeds forward then rewinds, as my mind losses the concept of it all.
Nine months in the womb eye formed completion, spat out into this earthly dimension on a specific year…day…and time.
But…in this reality you tell me twelve months not nine which meaning is completion is my day of being.
Seems odd and strange we don’t respect Ya’s order on how natural things should be.
4 this will never appease man lust 2 control, manipulate, and take this concept of time and mold it as they choose.
These days feel detached from it all.
Only feel at peace when eye align and fall deep within, meditate, talk with Ya and begin 2 breathe again, as “so called” time on clock keep tickin.
Me…wishing eye could free self of this fake reality, and return my inner light back 2 source wherever Ya wants me 2 be.
Free me from the hate, not worried about my fate cause eye rather lead with love.
Endless souls light above leading me.
Freeing me…
Teaching me it all starts within, 4 I’m connected with the one that’s spun beauty of all things being.
Time?
Nothing but a memory


