Where Does the Flow Come From?

There is not a flow to everything if you think you know what is flowing and what is not.

The ocean has purpose; even when it is uncalm, seething, frothing and spitting.

If you try and find the flow, you will not.

Because the flow is everywhere your potential makes it.

Everywhere that you are, is flow.
Because your life is the heartbeat energy.

Your mind, your heart- are what shapes things.
You can shape flow,
everywhere you go.

A Thousand

Highs and Lows. We’ve all got them. A thousand of them.

These days, I find myself baffled to sickness-at how quick one can go from being grinny and positive, to the bottom of the bucket. Sad. Negative.

We are affected.

And sometimes, I just don’t want to be.

I don’t think I’ve ever had the yern for a stable life. I didn’t know that was a thing I didn’t have. Or else I did and didn’t admit it. But going from one extreme to the other so quickly, is not healthy. It isn’t. I feel myself lurching into the same darkness everytime the low blasts into feelsight. A ocean with a thousand waves, a thousand feet high. And I’m wanting only, to be a thousand feet under.
I do not embrace the low well, any longer. I just want them to stop.
I just want to stop them.

And sometimes,
mostly all the time,

the only way I want to do that is to stay

a thousand feet under.

Timidosity


I want to launch. 
Not into any topic in particular, but because that is a familiar feel with you. 
I won’t sweetener things. I won’t wear a coat and call it Sugar. 
 
Since interaction between you and I began, I was interested in your oceans. 
And I really feel that I won’t stop having the desire to swim them. 
 
Are we dangerous? 
 
I walk on pebbles of fear
and I am not wearing any slippers.