I have stopped writing a bit as I watch others and they watch me. Observance is the key to perception. I am careful to not jump to presumption. I just see what I can and I go from there. I am happy to be a kog in the machine, but it can be hard to be the nothingness in the void. I am something I cannot describe. I am not my dreams, and I am not my pain. I try to speak to the honor and gloriousness of the universe. I listen to the voices of time and to the winds of the highest peaks. Music is are a part of my every day. Water is a space of powerful reverence. I am buoyed to the stars in its midst. My past, presence, and future form a colorful mandala for change. I will continue to go forward in a clear and confused state, simultaneously. As I see me in the mirror, I see you too. The formation changes and as I hear come here, I also hear stay away. It is okay for me to lay flat and see myself quiet on an beach formed in my imagination. I would rather sit there, then let hostility in here. My soul here has hit a wall. Maybe the song that I sing in my dreams will soon be reality and I will be free to be the butterflies that I see fly together in front of me today.
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