Feelings of proof I

The bed of nails shows mold of Gold.

Everything seems Consoled.

Please Hang in there please root and make me Bloom. Florescence on a Lost Highway. The Memory is a Seed and blossoms in the eye. There is magic in there if you dare to Zoom. Stop searching the Rat that don't exist.

Take the gift. Like a wounded Animal and Heal if you Dare to feel. Realize and

Get lost in the truth, of a feeling of Proof.

It's all blood covered in Gold and it's there and it's Bold and remains a Story untold.