we are all prophecies living in the moments before it is fulfilled.
we create our destinies, our stories, our self-talk, our futures. we give life to everything we live through. this moment is the building block of every other moment to come. the embodiment of the infinite present moment. it is all we have. it is difficult to release and allow. it is overwhelming and deafening to sift through the talk of the mind and find the truth. the core.
relentless in my embodiment of self-deprecating thoughts
i constantly fight against the clock
is this what i want to be
are they all laughing at me
what will it take for me to see
beyond your perception
into the eternal mirror of perfection
in which i am reflected
the mirror of divinity
with which i have chosen to see
man its funny when your friends show their ass
bow down and moon ya, with so much class
people are rarely who they say they are
because words begin in the mind
which is already too far
from the kind
of connection required
to truly see why to form you,
the universe has conspired
i am a whirlwind of fear of anxiety of love of resilience. i bow to the essence, the ever-presence. close my eyes when i walk past you cause i don’t care what you look like. tired of seeing, looking for something with meaning. within my eyelids i see visions of the future, with which i become obsessed like the kama sutra. hold me close, let me kiss your toes. in search of another with which to dance freely to the sound of the thunder.