The memory is fond, you brought stardust to my sight.. & now when daybreak comes I look forward to the night.. a wavy little trip that brought healing to my scars.. this vacation gave me placement as I skipped amongst the stars, & connected with my heart.. now I'm wishing for your visits the minute that we depart.. but was I just created for my own simplification? ..to recognize myself, perhaps, an act of desperation? I question meaning between meetings with the hope to try and solve it.. like why it moves me deep inside when you reply in comets.. or use force.. & do you think I'll navigate the sky if I comply with source? & when I search within & in the very bends of truth.. & I seek with sober eyes just know that I remember you..