fauxcroft

The chaotic miasma of a toxic place environment I don’t need, reciprocated for me within my reality and through perspicacious deeds, I take my leave, because I am of a different creed, see I release, love in everything and every being, I keep believing in immaculate and impeccable feelings, that I cultivate spiritually, in conscious cognitive dreams of universal akasic themes, that come cascading in crescendo down on me, lifting me up to higher frequencies, its all I need to fulfill and make me happy, a connection with like minded souls that are golden and ancient as well as old, part of a tribe of the spiritual mold, that shines through the universe like a supernova glow, that’s kind of supernatural.