My rugged truths
Oh a one day wonder show. The lights from darkness become super fantastic. Decorating the blinded by slow motion.
Sighing as I fully wake up with jaw slackened and mouth fully agape. Apparently the last image of tossing popcorn was just that, a savory idea.
Indeed the eyes adjust to the blaring neon lights. The dryness is accepted inside mouth and soon hot coffee is steaming down my throat.
What bliss to imagine that deep dark coffee is in my hands. I trick myself for sure. But it is okay. The idea that is just fine to have because I need it.
Stretching. Yawning.
The mind unwinds the coils and brings upon strong electrical shocks. A sound stimulation is formed.
Then all these words practice ways to exit my head into the world. Sure I would love nothing better than to hear others wake up like I do. Alas to be candid would be unreal.
So back sitting on my bed. The hopes of finally feeling like a real person, possibilities are endless. Indeed once a bit of strength comes back after my scare early this morn.
Sometimes listening to yourself is the hardest thing to do. Just be patient with yourself in down times. It truly is a profound effort.
Yet most of us don't do that. And often times we wait, many years only to talk to strangers about it. I know I am guilty of that too many times to count.
Yet sometimes the unwind is NECESSITY. Not with antone else. Building who you are without other people there. Tell me have you ever really done that?
With no support, just finding yourself. Then reaching for others after you have built what you want to be? Have you?
I have. It is the best earth shattering feeling. The independence you feel. Never feel the need for other people. Truly I have loved learning this time around that people don't make me happy, religion doesn't either. It has to be deep within you and all else follows the lead.
Truly I just wonder could you do it? Scratch everyone you know and go on a week long search for you? Would you need that companionship afterwards or would it seem irrelevant and constant?
Just food for thought.
Sighing as I fully wake up with jaw slackened and mouth fully agape. Apparently the last image of tossing popcorn was just that, a savory idea.
Indeed the eyes adjust to the blaring neon lights. The dryness is accepted inside mouth and soon hot coffee is steaming down my throat.
What bliss to imagine that deep dark coffee is in my hands. I trick myself for sure. But it is okay. The idea that is just fine to have because I need it.
Stretching. Yawning.
The mind unwinds the coils and brings upon strong electrical shocks. A sound stimulation is formed.
Then all these words practice ways to exit my head into the world. Sure I would love nothing better than to hear others wake up like I do. Alas to be candid would be unreal.
So back sitting on my bed. The hopes of finally feeling like a real person, possibilities are endless. Indeed once a bit of strength comes back after my scare early this morn.
Sometimes listening to yourself is the hardest thing to do. Just be patient with yourself in down times. It truly is a profound effort.
Yet most of us don't do that. And often times we wait, many years only to talk to strangers about it. I know I am guilty of that too many times to count.
Yet sometimes the unwind is NECESSITY. Not with antone else. Building who you are without other people there. Tell me have you ever really done that?
With no support, just finding yourself. Then reaching for others after you have built what you want to be? Have you?
I have. It is the best earth shattering feeling. The independence you feel. Never feel the need for other people. Truly I have loved learning this time around that people don't make me happy, religion doesn't either. It has to be deep within you and all else follows the lead.
Truly I just wonder could you do it? Scratch everyone you know and go on a week long search for you? Would you need that companionship afterwards or would it seem irrelevant and constant?
Just food for thought.
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