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pondered*

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I find myself sorting out many trains of thought, and I’m not sure of any of it, it’s background is almost aught – as they flow directly to my memory bank, and when its time, I draw a blank, when I want to write them down…

it hurts when you’re really into it – to be ready to express myself, and your mind just fail to remain fluid…

but any way, I feel free at this moment, releasing everything because there’s no reason to hold it… though, I am in love with what’s happening to me; embracing the good that’s going on with grace and peacefully…

One Soul | Two Spirits | Three Faces

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we have three faces they say; the one we show to the world, the one we should to our family, and the one we see, ourselves at the end of day. exploring the nature of merging all three; I’ve become infatuated with the idea. to be a complete and whole being; as one person without fear.

having absolute control on what you want people to see; how would that affect the world’s decree? by using false prophecies to mute when you speak; in other words, blasphemy!

life usually gets rough in the middle of your days – hence, mid-life crisis’ is what it was called yesterday. with dirt and gravel, produces foundation for new comings. whether it’s a new way of living or drastic shift in your shortcomings…

wellness Czech*

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four days I’ve been in this room, I’ve been bored, content, and blue; I’m learning that being alone, isn’t always lonely, and that it’s ok when people can’t afford me…

my body scares me sometimes, when I’m unwell, it doesn’t always give me a sign. Thank God that when it comes to my health, there is no pride…

I’m under the weather, and the sunlight is doing it’s best to help me be better; the climate is confused, cloudy cold, but a sky that is a bright baby blue…

I’m taking in the wind; with it blowing in so many directions, it’s hard to tell where it begin… It’s a graceful thing how nature harmonize that way, the way the air blows the strongest trees with a certain sway…

An autumn season, with a winter chill, I’m no longer sure that being cold is a healthy way to feel…