You are the Prototype.
Amazing how Eye allow my mind to draw the allusion that Eye lost my passion to write. My words are all Eye have---Eye feel that way sometimes.
Today is emotional, Eye feel alone.Although social stirrings surround me, in a crowded room, the Soul is alone. Not looking for a home but just, so in tune with the Throne that everyday Matrix reality is--harsh. Scarcely, Eye smile. Dreaming for a while. My Soul needs isolation from the vibrations of temptation to really--break free from this cage Babylon has me in. Eye want to walk off the plantation so bad--Eye'm still scared--scared to be free. Scared---and that makes me sad. That Eye lack faith in the Most High and myself. Be smart, they will say--but Eye am also afraid.
Dreaming--and onto an Island, where no worries are present. Eye mean--what's Life without chaos, without it, we wouldn't know order. Or would we?
Were we born too suffer? Alone--while the allusions of Life will have you think that money will solve all of the problems of tomorrow and all of the sorrows of a heart so hollow--oh no.
Golden sun rays and silver moonlight, all on my psyche. Something gotta be waiting for me--something gotta allow me to be free. Eye can't stop the tears from flowing today--why am Eye? Why? It's just my Soul cleansing. Lawd she needs it.
It's just my dreams from last night--when my Ankhcestors took me on many flights. It's just ME. All that Eye can be. SHE.
Moon Priestess Rasta Kush Fruit Flavored Goddess, never modest. Naree'. Amun.