Arrival

And very soulfully she sunk into her chair

Thoughts entered her mind but not like before

For this was a different kind of night

Grace was in the air

Peace drowned her being

She never saw such clarity before

For this was a very different kind of night

Nothing like ever before

She was syncing with her soul

For she was coming home

She loved herself forevermore

There were no more demons left to run from

The universe answered her prayers

For she was finally whole

Foretaste

In the midst of contrast, sparks of desire arise, transcending into cellular combustion manifesting chimes of synchronicity.

Impulsive intuitive alarms ring ever so slightly but loud enough to predicate algorithms of connection.

And there it is again, an abstract inkling of love amplifying hope in it's purest form.