I have no patience For your twisted mind The way you serve a fool Has turned your eyes blind. I have no passion For your toxic discourse The points you try to make Echo a fake source. I have no respect For your empty goal The lies you call opinion Have corrupted your soul.
Leading the way, marking memories
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
In the material and spiritual realm
Wanderlust Through Words
What is writing if not conjuration magic?
in search of peace
for what was and what is yet to be
Self-Love, Self-Awareness, Benefits, Guidance
A Weave of Words 