Flaking risk to sooth your anxious soul

-AJ

Quick disturbance of pure darkness, the unknown, with affronts on the murky 

ineffectual surface by risk induced illumination. The greatest folly is to cling to 

safety, allow the inner child of your soul to romp as it once did eons ago 

streaking and gliding on Saturn’s rings. You are a millennia with incalculable 

decades of virtue that has incised itself on the table of God’s heart. You are habit 

and habit is automatic; you are expression, you are faith with seamless passion. 

You are grey, a matte grey with enticing red folds of meticulous nature. You are 

like the settled sea and the ever crashing tides how you draw in and suddenly 

push out, then with a subtle glance facilitate ones being. Your nature is risky, 

therefore your nature is not your own; fierce in its manner of escaping the 

banalities of safe seeking conformities. The soul is to be wild not captive. True 

existence is flaking risk to sooth your anxious soul.