chorus of notes full of flavor

on the atmosphere

near our last favorite place to eat

fog has made the morning mysterious

utilized the the smallest light to see by

sometimes being

Intensely surprised by my reactions inside

on the occasion of me getting what I prefer

nobody is shocked as much as your hand in mine

dying minutes before light leaves the sky

energy from the body more powerful than the light

staring into dark like

confused people who cannot find compassion

rolling wheels

imitating the thunder sound of a loud song

pleased by a grand meal like it was a holiday

take a sip of something to start every day

improving myself with each passing moon

orange glowing sky and kaleidoscope clouds

your hand in mine doubles my strength