Find Me an Epiphany

Every day there is a heaviness that begins to be a sludge inside of me. I turn to different angles and find my footing as I walk out the door. I try to let all know me, but all work in a land of revelry. Some words I can say, and some I have to walk away. The freedom is mixed with a restraint that I must observe and practice daily. I seek to find a hierarchical connection through the days and nights, but a negativity rises as I find the button inside of me. Today, I see yee properly, and I find you interesting and sweet. In the night the things in the world just do not ring right. I sit here with no inspiration today. It is part of your up down entity communication. There is no music today. My headphones lay at home instead. Beings of light seem to be far away from me. I want to communicate with you so desparately, but I fear the rebuke. We are the same. Music mixes with your dream. I am singing in my head and I see you as so lovely. Can we just go away for like a year, where no one else will hear? Will I bore you, as I just adore you? Not at all. You make the call. Should I begin to research to come your way? Yes yes everyday.