Is it cold in here or is it just me...

-_-Via Satellite-_- I express these thoughts, earthlings behold my day of all… question of this day is “Why?”


Why does cold make me bold,


I feel very old but still young in years,


Do the tears of an age make the world change,


The chaos makes my thoughts re-arrange; constantly inconsistent…



Now in this land of frozen tears; the world seems frozen over,


Loather of the loss of energy the home has lost,


All prejudice tossed aside, I saw how the world cried,


Slowly she told me of how her warmth had died,


Her womb now barren, and her face so cold no more tears her expression dried…



I wondered whether the weather would change with or without me,


If my say so could be looked beyond what it is, what is all I see,


Wondering the philosophical if my world is mine or the belonging to the environment it has shown to be; or am I just imagining the sound of empty space as more than just me...?

- Just breathing in the universe trying to gain a sense of direction to which way the south is, I'm ready to migrate to where warmth seems to be... Now why do I always seem to be in a cold place? Could Neptune be the place where my ends and our world begins... I LOVE YOU who ever you are because I see where life leaves that preverbial (w)hole. Only through universal love do we fill the gap between us and them so show them in the physical form of manifestation of the new US that we are not against them, but the idea that all of us are any different in the eyes of the universe.

Chin up, Chest out, and head in the Clouds
We Live with the Universe at our Fingertips
VizitanFramNeptune