Watching You

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.