I walked, went to school and kept away from my dreams. I attempted talking, I wanted to be apart the consciousness. A consciousness shared by all and only masked by a thin cloth of the physical realm. So, I shared, I acted, and put myself forward, something I have not done in a while.
It is my duty to endure, I once thought. But I endure nothing with comparison to the lives of others. I refuse to take the path of least resistance, and think myself the weary. A oval of light and words of confining, now that part of me is no more. All parts make the whole, some thing fly lighter with less holding it down it. The question I asked myself constantly now answered. What is better, to find the last puzzle piece you looked for for so long, or to put that piece in place.
Still working on me, but just because I want to be before and now, doesn't mean I need to be everything I was.
The melted shell around me is now cooling. All I hear is screaming, the words “Wake Up!” Blaring around me like sirens. A Warning? Who knows.
Creation is the work of a lifetime, No longer can I be the transformative source, unconcerned with the changes that I wreck. My whole body reaches a stress point, as I try to pull together the lost and dismembered parts of my mental body. These parts are as strong as the whole, so I try to bring together what I am, looking past what I was. Now I see more than others do, because I know where to look. In that new view, those lenses of sight that I possess I see dreams. Dreams so wondrous that I almost hesitate to return to this world which I have know for so long. I need to jump, fall, crash, die out of my dreams, and into the world of dark times, where I hold a blade in my hand and sit at the ground, cracked and the sky a crackle. Gray, Damp, with my blade bearing the truth, just as truth which bears its blade. Law smothers Anarchy, and the hermit dies. Only those who stick together survive the world in which we live, so clear your mind of idle and solitary thoughts. If not, that avatar, sculpted of anger and flames will consume.
Haven't been touching this in a while. Keeping busy with my life recently. Its mostly because I have been working, oh, so, much.
Like an hour glass, the summer went too fast. Now I am trying to scramble together for the fall. And with that jump into the future, I'm going fall back into my past. Let my old life flow past into the new and let all of me meld into one. Like water around a leaf, melting around the man of old, a shield of new life around the core of old age. And on my flesh, will I hold no secrets. Those who bring no new thoughts, take none in, so with that in mine, I bring my everything to this change. Taking new steps north into that unsettled future, south into the unchanged past, east into that day which I live now, and then once more west into that great unknown.
Like it has been said so many times, life is truly what you make of it. It is always important to remember, those who forget their past are doomed to be devoured by it. Reuniting the parts of one self is not a gentle process, and with that, i think I am done for now. Like the world we live in, I will grow new lands, and when I am done finding my new madness, and can see the same sky as you through a different lense, I'll be back.
