Quiet, you’ll hear the mid wind

The best oaths are the ones yet spoken. You speak the thought and you can almost say it’s stolen. Some things are better left unsaid. Don’t you dare speak it out loud. There’s one promise that you know and that’s the one you know you can’t keep so when one comes around and you know it’s true keep the idea safe, keep it close. Hold it close. Hold it firm. Things turn the other way when you see the development of this truth mold into the fabric of time, the weaving of space, the realization of fate. Take the leap of faith, do it for your sake, before it’s late, make us proud, I know you can relate

The question about reality is a simulation is an interesting one and I’d say it’s a fancy way of saying we’re all binded by an ever flowing force that permeates our being and only he can see the destiny that lies within us, through and through, and the in-between. Cross the t’s dot the i’s the mastermind tells you you need to stay within the lines yet the great find is you write what you know, and do it as you go. You’re in the pattern you know the pattern yet you follow the pattern not knowing that the pattern is your pattern

Love doesn’t move mountains. Will moves mountains. Love doesn’t conquer all, there is no fight to be done when you see the threshold. Mind over matter? Matter wouldn’t matter if there was no matter to mind the matter

And that, my friends is how you bend what matters, and that matters