What will it take?

Leaps of faith, over written plays. Risking soul given talent for survival. Broken colored sequence of patterns to overturn fate. Admiring the talent missing the romance that is only a painted moment to glance. Blending the view to perform a newly set stage. Currency calls for the program to redo its hue.

Cristina J

Currently at

Summer strawberry full moon. I’ve been navigating under levels of burried levels. New devils at play, energetic dark phases wanted to underline my new paradigm. Painting the perception of these repeating cycles. The play at hand is a constant dance. Shielding under quite observations to entice the reactions. Drawing back to the board to plan out a new direction. Forgive me if I pull back my energy as I plan out the figurative escalations. Survival mode in pristine faith of walking blindedly. Cristina J