Faith in Her Prosperity

I see the tv bringing a victory for the Brooklyn Nets vs. Chicago Bulls. I try to socialize, but a part of me stays far away. Connection is course correction, but not today. There are those who scream who need to never be answered or they will scream for infinity for everybody. I release the dream, and have no hope for the lost demonics who fly through the trees and create mercury resonance in the air. Even geese scream today about both the barometric pressure and temperature. Retrograde storm system my ass. This has never happened before. Treat it all like you haven't created the mess, with company, in the first place. I would love to find melody, but instead I reach into the abyss and scream alone in a swimming pool. You all sit silent as I counsel the psychotic of the city telepathically before their screams are evermore. No empathy in the field of psychiatry, thus, at first, they do not recognize me. I am the one who is all three. I even counsel the souls that move through media and tv. It is just belief, I have, that the intersections will create a longing to be GOOD, actually. In the end, sweet thing, you will be BALLET and direct the symphony. Love, hopegod3