....Seeing through everything, walking through shapes and Galaxies, dwelling in the past, seeing the future, breathing in the Now...ever present, feeling all, crying for the World, cursed and blessed with gifts that bring only sorrow.
Why is the human's heart so spoiled and twisted....I wish people could know I feel every tingle...and it hurts knowing everything....My inner eye cleanse the Souls with my tears.
Why, my God, you gave the gifts ...when they are unwrapped ...
Every Soul should live their purpose, you say...
Do I live mine?
My Inner Eye knows....with a tear. 💜
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