Blogger is beginning to act strange. Hope that will end soon. This has kind of been my small venting box for some time now thanks to S.M.M. Not quite ready to let go yet. Just when life is really revealing itself to me. Naked. And blogger just is having fits.
As the picture strays in and out of focus, this energy shifts elsewhere.
You are no longer on the list of things to do.
And it hurts.
Today I can see all of my strengths and flaws.
Before me lie options and realities.
Today I can't pretend or hide beneath the covers.
But I don't want to.
Change so magnetic I miss staying the same today.
The grass seems greener.
Some relish in deceit; the lie crumples over like
a withered piece of paper. Practically ash.
I need more sustenance than that girl.
She doesn't need more than attention, monetary goods,
a little whiskey, and good time.
Inadequacy, intolerable. I am moving to another level of cognition.
Insurmountable growth spurt. Maybe I subconsciously admit, and consciously ignore my need for constant growth and change. Transformation.
Artists need stimulation. We are all creators of our
own reality. We are all destined to move forward.
What restrains and binds us is only our mental aptitude for
revolutionizing ourselves.
I digress.
(Eye) see so much. Remember when we only
wanted to make our parents happy? When it was good
enough to eat a lollipop or go swimming on a hot day?
Remember when I still lived in a dimension where the
possibilities didn't seem so vast or irrevocable?
Not right now. Not these days.
Forget about xo's and hop scotch.
Right now, understanding is my validation. Discretion.
Discernment. Humility. Quiet meditation. [Open your (I)s,
before you go blind.]
"Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see."
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