Yes you did tell me that my voice was quite quiet. Then with a solid blue look I saw future events bend in circles. The lines do the same. Patterns I was told are figments of imagination that should be squashed for man made word delivery systems. Then as the letters blend off orange vortexes into metallic purple armor(thanks Jimi) it will only take a couple of years to feel Tropicalia. It might even take a rebirth to quench this yerning for black days. Just think beyond color. Right where you were empty doing time for being yourself in white mind made mysteries. My wife has not shown herself to my mind as racecar drivers push pavement pathways. Gallop drawn inaction has some how molded in the motion. Reach for yet another closed hand paint brush distrust of power in gloved action from Mexico. This back in the day segment is brought to you by reaction. A detection that there are more doors to open. Ask those questions. Relax into the stretch. Push it to a level of eight. Then turn it on its side to reveal the identity of the champion you forgot to be. Some say thirteen is an unlucky number. Change is what the dragonfly surfs through.