the red ghost (by this fleeting life)
The ghosts of our minds, bring forth a message from the emptiness of our hearts.
Sit in black water.
Where the whales go swimming.
And return to life.
Return to life as it should be, in the presence of the majestic, in the valley of the unknown. Find the meaning of your own life through your personal truth, and follow the humble sound of silence to the things that matter. Admire ones who admire simplicity. Alcomvick.
