I wrote this a couple of months ago for a freind. I was trying to express to her my feelings of how I felt on fantastic night out we had.
Little White Lie?
I am not myself, I am me.
I happen, I do, I am.
This is so fantastic, so real it cannot be yet is.
This is so.
This is.
I love it.
I love.
These precious hours are a gift.
Do not chase them, they are made of light.
They will always be with you.
How can such clarity, such certainty exist?
All else is confusion.
I hear, I see, I smell, I taste, I touch.
And more… I feel!
Hello.
We are brothers and sisters.
We are daughters and sons, mothers and fathers.
We are friends.
We are lovers.
We are one.
Cut the crap.
Rejoice.
Dance!
- Hauti
Little White Lie?
I am not myself, I am me.
I happen, I do, I am.
This is so fantastic, so real it cannot be yet is.
This is so.
This is.
I love it.
I love.
These precious hours are a gift.
Do not chase them, they are made of light.
They will always be with you.
How can such clarity, such certainty exist?
All else is confusion.
I hear, I see, I smell, I taste, I touch.
And more… I feel!
Hello.
We are brothers and sisters.
We are daughters and sons, mothers and fathers.
We are friends.
We are lovers.
We are one.
Cut the crap.
Rejoice.
Dance!
- Hauti
