The will to conquer is the beginning of the victory
~Europa, Ki Wi
Being Thought About.. What if it was true?
Getting a little technical about that statement. Everyday, it really doesn’t matter who it is I’m thinking it could be; all I know is I wonder, “I wonder if they’re thinking about me?” Sounds like where I was going at – sounds like a passionate little rap. Moving forward, worrying about what the next person feels about me isn’t anything I care to put focus towards. I mean at this moment, I am creating my thoughts with letters put together, and it’s easy, I always own it! Keep pushing me, say what I thought you said anyway, go ahead, lie to me, and be a fake homie. The truth always comes to light, you can stay in that dark alley, I’ll just simple smile then, I heard it’s very bright. Kill them with kindness, it use to make sense, but now, to me, there’s no other saying like it. Being who I am is what people practice to be, I was blessed with this gift, so it’s a little more easy to me! Does this make you think about she? I mean me, I’m getting beside myself, but that’s only for me to agree! I’m in awe at the fact that people even take the time to paint me negatively; learning that once you spend time with me, that anything negative from me would be an impossibility. I laugh, no matter how I feel, I laugh. The best dose of a healthy starts begin with that, there’s no science behind it, it’s simple, no grids, no graphs. I wouldn’t think twice if that was the only choice I had. People and their thoughts with no common sense behind it, always have a point of view or opinion about who you are and how you feel, resulting in them looking and sounding a bit mindless. I know it’s someone out there that know what I am saying is really real!
Brooding – engaged in; showing deep thought about something that makes one sad or worried.
~ Meriam-Webster
I would never give credit to man for what God had already written over my life. What I will do, is be grateful for the right vessel and spirits that surrounded me when my true gift was brought to the forefront. Inspirations if you may. I do know that I’m happy in this place and the journey has only begun. The greatness the Lord has in store for me – even I won’t be able to fathom the abundance when it comes! I’m patient and very excited all at once. This is an exhilarating feeling, or energy – what may be the best way to describe this vibration. Sounding as if I’m saying nothing at all, and that’s actually saying a lot. Your actions are verbal as well, don’t keep your mouth shut and still show me your moves like I don’t have more than sight – but vision. Randomly as I write this, compromise happens to come to mind after hearing the how it was used in a deliberation of what a woman should be for anyone else but herself. Compromise is impossible when you’re only being yourself, and how do you not be yourself? That’s so much energy wasted – people do this on their own too. What I wonder though is, if someone was to tell you, “hey! Don’t be yourself be something else, because if you want me in your life that’s the compromise you have to make!” Like what! [chuckles very loud] Outrageous – oh how the human behavior can be.
The real examination in life, is living life before the expiration. Knowing that it is more than existing; using that very reason as inspiration. Looking for anything to be your muse; knowing when it’s just enough, and knowing when it’s being abused. Being a radiance of love, because anger shortens life-expectancy. Comprehending that a tart attitude in your days can take more energy. Settling is also a don’t; how would you know what you like if you reply is, ‘I won’t’?
Gathering information for a thorough investigation; because life is really hard, and death is an easy emancipation. It tickles me that the opposite is thought of; the way people complain you’d think dying was – to most – a spark plug. Meaning of excitement – I could never fathom not taking full advantage of living first until my purpose is fulfilled; I think of it now and it’s amazing. Really though, the true examination of life is honestly what you make it; given all you can before life is taken….
I’m not the one you can count to ten with; although, once the steam settles, I may consider forgiveness… I’m feeling dark today – maybe losing a bit of sunshine will show that taking advantage, is not okay…
I wish I wasn’t the monster under the smile, but I am and it began as a child… reflecting on many episodes, good and bad… I evolved to what I’ve witnessed and presented it perfectly… and its sad
don’t blame the mold of the model, blame those that watched and had expectations for me to follow –
often I reflect on a dream that is comparable to a premonition; there’re winks of an instance where I can see an ocean; I experience a reminiscent of the emotion I felt at the time, and although it feels innocuous, I fear there’re answers in it I must find..
it’s peculiar, I’m a bit eager to discern the gist of it, praying it isn’t a message I have repeatedly missed…
Duende – the mysterious power of art to deeply move a person; heightened sense of passion.
Meriam – Webster
feeling everything is coming together; the story seem to be weathered.. I’m excited and humble, because I finally had plan that didn’t fold nor fumble…
grasping your attention with details that would only matter in person; all eyes on you, believing anything exaggerated, simply because you didn’t attend the excursion…
daily, I laugh at myself – because of how creative I can be, studying who I am, and prioritizing it to be something I do habitually; I just may be talking (per usually), then later you realize, I’m some super wise ass fairy, who doesn’t really take it lightly toward those who condemn; someone who was given momentary power to drop really heavy gems. again, this is why I laugh, extending my years on earth, with endless doors I decide to add to my path…
I’m something else – literally. I’m a rare breed, whose hair sheds like wool; an unfamiliar cloth; the need to levitate to me is worse that a flame story with the moth…I give off the power to create acoustics of spoken word, without making one sound, although I’m not going for subliminal ways to make you feel gullible; there’s only blindness when your ignore the infallible…
when I write, I put everything I feel into these inked markings, so you can genuinely understand me for my sunshine, and not for my darkness…
there’s a burst of indescribable feelings that resonate when I hear this tone; not saying I need it to be identical, but it’s that type of love that makes me want to be alone…
reflecting on indisputable sacrifices, is what often bring me to tears; knowing that the time spent, was barely three-hundred and sixty-five days, when we could’ve been going on two years…
make me feel appreciated; endure the day to day of mood swings that can make me most agitated – stay with me, be there for me; don’t margin with false claims, but instead be enlightened with honesty…
in the here and now find me attractive in ways that can’t be dismissed, ensure my security in the affection you express; withdraw from any intention for your love to stand down, nor digress…
conceal our bond with the covenant of the Lord to strengthen our unity; saying yes only when God allows such purity…
verse by verse I’ve given myself an unique style, and as I write, my thoughts begin to make a sound; diversifying what most people think is abnormal, so the things I say can appear to be paranormal…
becoming what I need to be, instead of what I want to be; exposing a mount of gratitude and mercy, I just want to maintain a better attitude…
the things people would do for personal gain, has always sent intriguing sparks to the brain, from this, I’m ready to move forward and learn from these things, because I have been training and preparing for a real change…
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