Roses to Anita Baker. And to her voice. That has serenaded. The beats in our fluttering hearts. It's in this artist; soul. Anita gives Of her own. In heart of soul.
Regardless of who we think we become. Time is alway's reminding us. The mind needs rest. For the heart; to catch up. In one breath.
Because swe need; some sweetness throughout this life. From what in these hearts; eventually; needs of healing of the soul.
From the wear & tear. Of life's protocol.
We'll; need to give a good fight. First, in being gentle; with ourselves.
In bitter places. We one day realize. And wake up.
In Time to seek; security. Of . Preserving more precious moments.
According to; every life story. We have created. And recorded. In one compilation. Remains; with each other.
In & Out of; our human Dreams & Confessions. Has a accrued of usage. In time. To untangle The Matters of the; hearts.
We'll eventually; connect. Back to ourselves. In alignment. Is one lifetime of Each other.
Because sometimes we're in need. Of being reminded; our words are to long. If not to short.
You pray more, and I choose; of not.
In a Timeless moment; we Either take advantage. If not neglected to take; advantage.
Of what is Timeless. Of a connection. Where Time Continues to Evolve. Around these walls. Of skin. Is the chambers that shield; this pumping heart.
In the mind; that replays. In remembering; US.
In All; is all over again. And again, of The Bitter & Sweetness. Of memories.
We continue in attempting to live in. Of; the fixing, breaking, & rememding. In area's of our souls. We're continuing in; of Blending.
In what; we attempt to control.
In what; comes natural.
~Angela L. 'Lifelit'
John 14:2. 'In My Father's House'~
