Talking Smoothely To Self, Inquiring Questions Untouched Sacred To The Soul With Demand From Spirit To Leave None Unturned; Turning Smoothely To Cause No Sound To The Sacred Places, Touching Every Spot To Spotify The Soul Acknowledge The Loses And Wins Ready For Everything To Unfold in 2023!
I Am Fish, I Get Dry Without Water, I Cannot Go A Day Without Water Never Mind A Drop Of Water, Never Mind A Week Without Water, I’ll Feel From My Throat To The Deepness Of My Vains To My Heart Crying To Delute The Same Water With Blood, For The Entire Body To Remain Active Throughout, The Dry Land It Is Like The Ground Broken From Deep Down Fish With None Tolerance Of Muddy Clay Sand Turning Into Dust Soil Turning Into Clay Clay Turning Into Stone Awaiting The Arrival Of Blessings From Heaven, Hence, With All Turns And Tumblings Fish Cannot Live… Died It Became With The First Conversion From Wetland To Desert!
Presenting Though Pretending To Touch Content, Fumbling In Difficult Words To Show Linguisticity, Cutting All The Edges In Touch Of Personal Issues, Pretending To Show Realistic Examples Though Pouring Out What’s In Your Heart, Pouring Out To Send Message Indirectly Indirectly To The Folk In Four Inner Corners, Checking Same Folk’s Work To Ensure The Track With One, Folk Assisting Mate Hence, Receiving Swearings Sharing The Same Swearings To Swear Together, Warnings Stopping One From Assisting Then Being Cursely Praised For None Offering-Helping Hand And Mind, Wondering Whether There’s Sanity At Top Hence Sanity Acting Changing Into Prejudism, Only Looking For Blood Family Whereas We Are Blood As Long As Called By One Name!!