when you enter my flight.

 

My fingers want to type. There's no topic in mind but something is always going on; go ahead fingers, speak... Today was shit. Man what a waste of day, ugh. Only thing worse than pollution, is a toxic feeling. But the other day wasn't. The other day was good. 

I fancy when something is worth visiting in thought. If I had my way, I'd go back and discreetly do a thing or three differently. I didn't because why again? Not sure. I thought about it. I assume it's due to internal conflicts.

Your face is slightly deluded, but not the message. I wish I could stop proof reading the signs and gestures. Whatever, it's a rainy Sunday afternoon, the time my girl tendencies are most intensified. I told my girl, she thinks its confusing. I am confused. My other friend thinks I'm bipolar and dumb. That too is a possibility, especially when it rains. The funny thing is there is no conviction tickling my feelings, it's just floating in a Cosmos of personal journey.
  

 

keep shinning

Day in, day out you're consumed. By work-him-lattes-her-it-they-you-nothing. I assume it's a sign of movement/productivity. But then, somehow, the pause button is pressed and everything is still. Well, more like a halt from your exhausting dream-chasing-race. Your heavy breaths and swollen bones whisper, listen...take it in.


You reluctantly obey and notice the people and things that call your name no longer reflect the same light. Truth is, neither do you. You see, somehow you got off their wavelength and now they want a ride on yours. your light has range and intensity. Slightly overwhelming but that's not your fault.

With clarity you see that you are alone; with the exception of 3. Maybe 4. True bonds are based on understanding, not emotions or offerings. The capacity to understand your inner complexities, goals and stupidities.

I see you, you see me, we understand the groove. Let's shine.


Note: mad love for those who take the time to enlighten.


Light Graffiti

Open for business, legit that is.

Everyday presents a new challenge or maybe an old headache. A reminder of stupidity committed will creep up, leaving a bitter taste behind. How was I so stupid? Why did I do that? I don't ever want to relive that, but unfortunately ever act-like it or not- leaves proof of its existence. Ok so I've done dumb shit; who's going to throw the first stone? Exactly. 

Maybe its time to celebrate-however you find fit (vodka-water, s'il vous plaît)-the small things accomplished. Lighten the mental baggage or emotional exhaustion and show the grooves on your face. I have a sweet and reFreshing friend who decided to smile despite the shit. People noticed, and are smiling back. I have another friend who thinks its stupid, and is stuck in a closed and lonely space. You see, good energies await for willing receivers. I'm open 24 hrs.      

Orbits

"Soul Under the Moon" Yayoi Kusuma, 2002

Do you ever space-out? I do. All the time. Do you think or do you blank out? Do you see that person's face? Do you kiss it or punch it? Choose one. Did you record? Rewind and press play? How can I erase it? Tell me...please.

Sometimes I do stupid things, but most of the time I can never let it go. Letting go of stuff is necessary to move and hopefully grow. No baggage just breaths easing your mind. Sounds easy but my purse is really heavy, too many lipsticks.

*perception can distort authenticity. Always smile.

The Gleaming Lights of Souls