Awgust blooms it’s way onto the platform. a different approach is taken. i don’t dance yet, my mind is stabilizing still. trickles of frustration and anger leak in. i let them. I am not afraid of what I feel i am shifting control to me. and Awgust will be my platform on which to do so.
Thoughts are clogging up my brain chamber. And this is different then feelings pecking away at my heart strings. I am thinking critically and independently and finding solitude to soften and sooth as soon as it hits the back of my throat. My tin of tea has never been so empty. It is coming together and because I know this, the mass of mind clouds in my noggin’ are okay to be there. The forecast ahead is the future I am wanting to be in and under. And beside myself I will be happy to be, because I have located a serenity within.
I don’t always understand what I see but reality has a quality that can blind us, thwart us or call us beautiful.And the real cool magical spice behind that is, our reality is largely based on our very own perspective. Our angle determines what shapes and sizes we see. There are positions we choose to be in and ones we don’t have control over, and what we have decided or not decided to be within us, is where our view becomes what the reality is.
When I think of reality I think of conditioned hair with the ability to choose our own shampoo. We are a product of our past, conditioned to our experiences. But it does not mean we cannot outgrow, differ or tweak what we were ‘supposed’ to believe in. We can change our type of shampoo.We are all hairdressers even if we’re bald. I’m not one nor am I, but I do understand my hair.
Our perspective on reality gets more realer the more we invest on learning the whys and the hows of individuals and situations.
We can align with the core of us, and recognize that everyone else has a core too, and by putting forth effort in having more experiences that differ, the more perspective we have.
We gloom , we glee, we get closer to a bigger reality.
How many of us are living under our full capacity?
To be operating on medium rare at best. Our cylinders are caked with crud, our creativity pails filled with hardened paint.Who brings you down? What is?
Are we with people that lack the appreciation you desire? That don’t meet you where your 100% begins?
And we know it. I think really deep down we know that the siphoning is happening and our potential is 9 miles out
Aside from all that, and besides the upsides to offsides, I haven’t been drunk in 12 days.
Spread your wings and grow with it.
In growing, you’ll find access to the confidence, the tools, and all the necessary components to changing your status from half living you, to full.
Wood curves around my spine
the knots in my back tie me up
into this brittle ringed museum
that have my existence on a stand.
Cold, harsh, lighting in this soft, warm place
the contrast meet, collecting power on instant
storming onto my branches and roots
I greet strength and I grow
branches touching clear walls
My automatic tendencies uncoil me
into long lengths of reality
so pure that I am exhausted
at the beginning of the day.
I am filled, I am stilled
I am in a glass case.
I think one of the toughest things I’ll find in the next few months is doing.
Doing what I know I need to. Doing what I’m telling myself and what I’m telling people. They are the same thing but I can feel it wavering when I’m speaking it outloud to someone.
As if, I don’t really believe that I’m going to do it.
It’s so easy to fall back into the ways I knew.
Maybe I am expecting this to come naturally, because my desire for it is big enough.
But I think I’m slowly understanding that it’s not an overnight or a month change.
Lifestyles don’t just happen. They end up being lifestyles because of consecutive days that hold consistency.