graphictraveler

as a dream unfolds... encapsulated as spiritual beings on carbon based form, retake the one thing you are born with... (Spirit that is...) 
on road to increase healing unto others... to die a thousand deaths time and time again and understand that which we've missed... 
and on to this quest the human mind must ground; as higher the spirit soars...

my name is... Soft
Never was there a time when I did not exist, nor you, nor all these kings and queens; nor in the future shall any of us cease to be. Bhagavad Gita 2.12