I Couldn't Have Been BoRn At ThE wRoNg TiMe Because I Was Never Even Born LOL!

In a boat, in a float. Praying takes me away to a mansion I’ve always heard it could be. I’m safe in a cove of what I heard you say. Even demon voices become lucid now. It was a Wednesday night. Slow motion snow-lit drive. Watching my garage open, beaming green. Won’t the light of love shine through & the love of light ensue? Sometimes I don’t want to heal at all. Just let go of me! You can let me go now, please. I’m talking to you, me. The wounded self must be released.