a confusing consumer

There are days when nothing comes clean into my mind. Other days life has flown by. Leading this extra ordinary scale that presses down the oddness inside of me. Clearly the hello rings eeply within and yet the mind remains silent.

Just how clear am I? How much distraction has be affected by the thoughts? In the answer is also the true understanding of me. So when you find that one tidbit, please come al calling because I don't quite understand my own mind. I am open to the hope that one day the knowledge will be placed upon the table and the night light will blink loudly.

For the oddity is that I am clearly exhausted. Almost to the point of spontaneously acting out requests and foregoing the consequences of those said decisions. 

Yet.

Ilean back in hopes the vibrations inside my head empty. The silence I truly hope to hold is just next to me. Though so far away too. In the case of forgving, I am alwys testing my boundaries so when the great tribulation comes about I am not left for any roomed misunderstanding. 

The moment I will need is that time to adjust myself the way I should walk. As much as that sounds easy, far from the task. The speech is easy but the actions put forth are the hardest to tackle. Surprisingly I think, I am going forward more than I leap backwards.

In that one tiny glimmer of hope, love springs. Indeed forgiveness of other comes a little easier for me. I am always giving out opportunity to give way, making me appreciate the fine parts of life, peace within my spirit. 

Yet what does that mean? 

Well I am not second guessing anything. Then I am moving at a pace that is good for me. Recognizing my faults and my wrong decisions, I am capable of anything if I look within myself. Grasping at the one space that clearly means absolutely nothing to you or the next person but for me they mean volumes, even life. 

So sure I cringe in trying to understand this poem. Much less the notes that are being stored inside my mind. Oh they don't stay for long. The wind picks up the sheerness and all floats downward. 

A hope that whatever comes your way, you jump at the grandness of the day. Looking for the glimmer of confusion because that is how you tell you are growing. It even motivates you, just wait and see.

Here I made a whole poem to confuse all. Yet does it confuse or is there clarity in these thoughts of mine?

Who knows. Just listen and learn. Then speak.

Good night.