my upcoming vacation will be to the heart of the universe where i hope to resolve the pain of sentient existence. we are all responsible for our actions even if they are misconstrued, manipulated or missing entirely.
the journey has already begun and in the timeless, spaceless frontiers of frontal lobe responsibility it shall continue to the exclusion of Mayan Mocha essence. maybe not today or tomorrow but sooner than later because i am weary of living on earth and need a change of scenery.
the femme fatale felines prefer to remain earthbound so this will be a solitary journey. there will be no need to return since the galaxy offers the purest promises in the possibilities of profound preferences for progress of self rebirth.
unilateral euphemisms are excessively elaborate except at the center of galaxies. the universe accepts all without prejudice, disdain or hatred.
too much a taker; needing to be a giver.
sad without smiles to alleviate the burden of talent buried within the muse of inspiration and the goddesses of forgiveness where it remains cocooned until acceptance awakens the tired and fragile hemispheres of hope.
for that i hunger.
now to feed on Sol’s resplendent gift of warmth within the breast and allow the light and rays of love to replicate and grow new fields of spendor in grasses of dreams.
by henry b. rosenbush, revised from october 13, 2009