Not Quite a Voice.
It’s not quite a voice but a sound struggling to be heard of that I am sure, in messages not understood as yet but stronger and louder it becomes as in knowledge to arrive at a point to be understood. I say the words humans are not wanted on earth, now struggling earth college has finished. We must die and leave make great way for incarnation unknown for now there is but a wind till change occurs.
Loneliness is not Death.
Loneliness is not death, as death is not loneliness. Fragile we fall apart in time, those we love drifting three sixty, slowly in disharmony hands apart around we go. Staring into blank space I will lead you by the hand and look for eternity. Destiny is another place an unknown menu as yet.
It Wanders Still.
I came here a little, saw a little and then I went as millions before, with a little pain and a little fuss I vanished yet I know myself it wanders still.