Rocking back and forth to the music. My mind relax to the Flow. Completely dark thinking to myself. I’m hearing whisper but who could it be. My mind going blank because I can’t believe the voices I’m hearing. Not scared but wondering when will it come again. So I reach out with meditation trying to hear the voice again. Silence in the house but I can’t hear a whisper. So I continue to feel the air waiting for the presence with my music to my ear cause I can feel it in the air.
- Authors: Mike Hollis (Pseudonym)
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- Finished: February 8th, 2018 15:00
- Limit: 6 stanzas
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