The ongoing journey

since august of 2012 i have been on a journey.  I have searched for the color at the top of light and reached for the sensation coming from warmth when the radiant mind of man kind is stimulated to the extent that can no longer be reached for.
Paris.  A place a physical place with street corners walkways and vendors.  But the place I am in and
will always attempt to live within is not a physical place in reality but a beautiful aroma to the way I
have come to think.  To the girl who walks through the city of love alone I call out to you specifically
and cry the shuttered words.   I am here.   Here to take your creativity and sap grown eyes with tears of
faith to the bottom.  You think that you have experienced the true lust for life but in all actuality you are
looking through the lens of a straw.   Your one bit two thought third person point of view is breaking
the  soul.  You cannot come up to the top until the world has taken you to the bottom.  The lowest low
beneath the dirt.  Into the inner core of our earth.   How do you feel?  I think that it would not be a fun
felt desire; now are you worried about what I think?   Get originality and push through the sediment of
the mantle. reach through the lithospheric crust of the earth and stand.  Now you are back to where the
standards of the world were before they crushed you.  Do not stop, follow the path created by the
creator for the follower to lead his people home.   Take nirvana with bolt and plunge the so called
paradise through my heart.  Make my vessels bleed and shake the cup of worldliness into a bowl of
service.   When you create the want and desire to be original then stop.  Your here, you are in Paris.