A coin

A coin was tossed, on one side the city on the other sophia.

One side 1) end the torture

2) be like the golden statue of Buddha in the middle of the city

1) the ceaseless ridicule, even now from the most beautiful woman in the world. The corruption of my sister seeing my state and walking around singing with glee. Like this, twill always be. Wanting to hurt me, and their sheer hilarity.

That’s the city, bustling harm.

Choice 2) golden Buddha is sophia is me, in the midst of the city that follows me. I don’t sit in nothing but in sophia. Heartbreak against chirnside Avenue, but a permeating heart sees all, and perhaps lies that have been told, and a woman who is unsure.

I exist.

Flipping the coin, this is fate where it lands, seems chance but is meaningful.

If I kill myself, I’ll end up here, in the next life. Sophia is right. In what sense I’m unsure, yet at the approach of the heart the coin lands, sophia. I manifest her. She is the better option, calm in a city, a society.

Sophia, my essence, I need none but you as Spirit.

Knowing peace in sophia where else is she but bright within?

A golden statue could not stop heartbreaking, letting in the demons.

Sophia permeates even hate, from me, the city, and yet never moves. She loves.

People hurt, but inward comfort can teach them a two.

I have always tried to understand sadistic laughter. Yet in sophia, she guards, and we take over.

Coin has landed: sophia.

Sophia, love and the heart yet the real.

Sophia sees and love puts from her heart.

Sophia is a love pillar, upholding love of nature.

I dont know what your fate is G, but mine is love, looking at your postcard.

Love in me and all around…

Cal Kalve