Meditating I have the feeling that I was one it was god and me I felt like I was inside my mum In the darkness of my eyes I could see the beauty that sometimes my eyes can't see I ask for the angels to inspire me I was pretty deep in my thoughts so I would like to see But I couldn't see or hear but I could feel, It was too intense that's true it wasn't the first of April My wish is to have that same feeling everyday there are no drugs who make me fell in that way It was the pure reality in my heart, I could admire I could feel my chest hot like if it was on fire It was more beautiful than poetry Because it was a message for the angels to make me free I could understand what they try to say they show me to be patient and not to be afraid The day will come and the cycle will be broken when all the lessons being learned and I'm awoken

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