Cooling thoughts
If I had voiced myself then, would it had done any justice besides breaking my heart? Would the words and the actions I stood by had meant anything? Alas those are the questions I ask from time to time. And even now as the spirit has grown I have several times answered my own daring thoughts. Even now I do.
Looking over the roar in my mind I find the random bits of life cracking down upon me. Never is it in a negative way. All placements in life is seen as a new light. A different way to open the heart and listen to the mind. Indeed a bit of separation glows for the lesson to be heard.
And as the explanation of life unfolds I can sit there and understand that I will be quite good. Even in this wild yet entertaining environment I am always ready for the challenges that will spark my mind into a great frenzy. All that energy bursting onto paper, canvas or screens.
Surely I do not expect anything I say to ever really be taken as a reality. Especially for some people. Though my life is defined not by others but by the art that tips over that spark within me. And when I shout my depth to people I only hope they hear.
Never do I want to strangle anyone with the sad motions of my overthinking drownings. I would not ever want someone to be dying inside my mind. The idea of never really being understood is quite intriguing only in the sense that maybe, under some wonder, that someone has taken upon themselves to dig a little deeper in to my life.
I daresay, brave person to be exact. Though if someone wants to tread around and get their hands dirty by all means, dig. I have tried so hard, so many times, to allow people inside my circle. So closed some say. Yet I only want to explain that I am just private. I wanted, hoped that someone would appreciate that.
Yet I do not dare ask someone to come inside. I just wait for the reality of who I am settle or unsettle someone. It is easier that way. Those who are settled are the ones that stick to me through thick and thin. So few.
And as I look down, nodding off here and there, I realize that this piece may or may not open to one or millions, the complicated life I have. With that I must call attention to the almost late two a.m. in the morning alert.
The eyes begin to shudder and the mind clapping the doors and windows tightly. The idea of revealing bits and pieces of me seem scary. Yet I am an open book. So many questions are floating around. When will you ask me what weighs on your mind? When?
Now I find myself absorbing the coolness of the night. Finding my covers and turning down the lights. I have said my confusion for now. Good night.
Looking over the roar in my mind I find the random bits of life cracking down upon me. Never is it in a negative way. All placements in life is seen as a new light. A different way to open the heart and listen to the mind. Indeed a bit of separation glows for the lesson to be heard.
And as the explanation of life unfolds I can sit there and understand that I will be quite good. Even in this wild yet entertaining environment I am always ready for the challenges that will spark my mind into a great frenzy. All that energy bursting onto paper, canvas or screens.
Surely I do not expect anything I say to ever really be taken as a reality. Especially for some people. Though my life is defined not by others but by the art that tips over that spark within me. And when I shout my depth to people I only hope they hear.
Never do I want to strangle anyone with the sad motions of my overthinking drownings. I would not ever want someone to be dying inside my mind. The idea of never really being understood is quite intriguing only in the sense that maybe, under some wonder, that someone has taken upon themselves to dig a little deeper in to my life.
I daresay, brave person to be exact. Though if someone wants to tread around and get their hands dirty by all means, dig. I have tried so hard, so many times, to allow people inside my circle. So closed some say. Yet I only want to explain that I am just private. I wanted, hoped that someone would appreciate that.
Yet I do not dare ask someone to come inside. I just wait for the reality of who I am settle or unsettle someone. It is easier that way. Those who are settled are the ones that stick to me through thick and thin. So few.
And as I look down, nodding off here and there, I realize that this piece may or may not open to one or millions, the complicated life I have. With that I must call attention to the almost late two a.m. in the morning alert.
The eyes begin to shudder and the mind clapping the doors and windows tightly. The idea of revealing bits and pieces of me seem scary. Yet I am an open book. So many questions are floating around. When will you ask me what weighs on your mind? When?
Now I find myself absorbing the coolness of the night. Finding my covers and turning down the lights. I have said my confusion for now. Good night.
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