untitled...unbridled

Every morning I write 3 pages of free flowing thoughts... Well one morning this came up in my thoughts...

You and I were born out of GodIs imagination
The primordial soup
Here in 3rd Dimension we are just passing through
Incarnated into bodies open crown, third eye blind
w/o a manual, a schedule, some sense of time
this is GodIs's dirty tricky
and I'm so off when I'm at home I get home-sick
and I miss you...
they say home is where the heart is
well i hope thats not true
because I'm long way from those waters
But there is a place I know
Adorned with a full moon
a sky freckled with stars
painted with black and blues
where emotional waves have an affinity for relaxed sand
crashing and pulling underneath where i stand
this is passion I suppose
Being here is the closest I'll get to home
and due to the alignment of the stars above
in this life this is the closest you and I will get to love