Note to self

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Don’t hesitate

Write things down if you have to

Make your chronicle of your adventure

Archive these revelations

But don’t stress

Because things are what they are

Even if they’re not

Don’t invite more illusion into yourself than needed

You are strong and

You are wise

It’s not like you imagined

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Bracing yourself doesn’t really change anything

It serves only to deny you the immersion

When subtleties drift by unnoticed a small death is witnessed with no ritual

Honesty abides it’s maker as the choices we make define us

Our versions of ourselves are more than we know and also nothing

Each of our heartbeats are entitled to our search and our satisfaction

Those undeniable acquisitions

The immediacy of their visceral mystery

Bringing schism from the reality you knew and the one being made real

Making the real feel like a dream

the way there

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It is an indescribable road

Not made of gravel or dirt and either

It winds to where it seems you see

What’s next and where you’ll be

Just then there are things unavoidable

Thieves waiting by the edge

Weather is shifting

Storms ahead

Its funny you might think

The way we have these alternate versions

of the same thing

We have our truth and what is documented by those watching our journey

Those walking alongside it

But also

We have ourselves

Viewing our road from off it

Strange the way we find things

Is by realizing what changes when they’re lost

Lucidity is knowing who we are

When we do

We are showing our true selves

We are seen then by the universe

By the souls who need us and we know what we need

We won’t struggle over what we once thought was such needed anguish before

We are more

good day bad way

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Its not like im resigning myself to apathy

its only i know this wave is coming either way

i dont view it as a failure

more like… its of my own creation to some extent

my intent is as strong as it is and eventually theres outside forces

i could spend all day running and battling these thoughts

words and images my own little movie upstarts

but im gonna let it wash over me and in a way it’ll cleanse me

i think to myself and remember there’ll be good days and bad

but despite anything im gonna say today was a victory

even amongst a mess i feel im learning and growing stronger and moving towards my quest

it may not be as easy road, but its not boring either

im just glad you’ll be there

words don’t explain enough but act as a bridge

excuse my lack of culture and decorum

i just think to open our eyes we need to have strength to use them

not just moving through existence but seeing

striving for real being

Rewrite

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It’s not like I am having a drought for words to write

More like, my mind has this visual of a blank white sheet

With so many words and drawings on it

It becomes all meaninglessly drenched with ink

With this visual, with this acknowledgement

Now I feel free

A question to ask and reflect

Is it worth more to actually have freedom or feel freedom?

I think feeling it is being

I don’t mean to say go fool yourself to

Accepting what’s unacceptable

Only saying they’re the same

Exterior notwithstanding

one year

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Exclaimed the measure of a round trip around the superhot orb in the sky by the inhabitants of the orbiter, it has been a fine year

we have fought fear, journied to and fro and gathered knowledge

made new inscriptions on the tablet of our legacies

walked and ran and drove and motivated our way to new levels of enlightenment

become more aware i hope

allowed ourselves to breathe

saw things in new ways and saw new things in the same ways

remembered to shift our thinking

held true to our feelings

escaped from sadness yet embraced its beauty

loved with our hearts

explored our existence

I hope somewhere this year I have touched a heart, helped bring a smile, stirred the stagnation away, motivated anyone away from apathy, given some sort of empathy

while it isn’t our solicitation bringing tragedy our remedy is sincerity

if and when you were able

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If you could take all this suffering and just diffuse it and rationalize it and understand and sympathize with it would you get rid of it all, would you avoid the excess hardships and hurt beyond need?

Now I know it takes effort and struggle and stretching to reach but what does it teach when the lessons been learned and youre still being burned?

Do we just escape it with rhetoric, douse it with hindsight and rise from it like it was all some episode of delusion or flight from yourself?

I know this has got to get better but they say be here and now and right now it hurts so much, it’s a wound tender to the touch

Maybe it’s all just not so serious, or as dreary as we make it seem, maybe it really is a waking dream and we don’t need to wake up except for abstractly because all we see is what we need

Yet I know this is a half truth too because it isn’t so obvious what is real and what is ideal

Except, wait no, wrong again, it is quite obvious if you open your eyes, if you reject with natural aversion those sweet lies if you realize you’ve tried and failed maybe but try you did redundancy runs its course yet is it really the same?

Wait, don’t wait here, it’s all my head overthinking, rearranging and self abating

Enough of this, it’s true, the ink has electronically spilled but it’s also a lie

Where do I go from here is flagrantly real

absorbing

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Are you so disturbed by the rising tide of

Fear based mongering, of those who abide

By a mentality assaulting individuality, a lack of

Of a track record of group-thinking you as if

Somehow by being more numerous, inflated your

Validation, solving equations by elevation instead of elations

While the frustrations subside a new view arrives

Honestly

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No really, my words aim wasn’t to offend

With everything, my verbiage valiently shouts

Lax in no way, though despite seen as trite

Words are a struggle, everyone says

I have no words for this, my senses are overwhelmed

Words don’t reflect, words just inflect, words just tell

Yet with enough of these signs, enough for expressions

As each nuance finds its way

Each thing we say we hope

Inspire those who reach for rope

Who seek escape from dangerously allowing

Ideas of ideas and emotions being

Only there when seen instead of seeing

Breathing

Oasis

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I can feel it seeping in, stopping before it begins

Her anger burns like acid, dripping silently through air ducts

Like a vicious stalking being

Yet, softer things too are there for seeing

Dreams are visible if you allow yourself to see

They float around seeking a sound

If we forget we might remember

What holds us together will be here forever