All angles, trying to still my mind and not lose myself. I had a fear that expression could cross signals. I do not accept that. I am not sure how my memory works but there are many moments I hold dear. In a day I have wanted to leave, cry, die, love, wonder, all upon the spectrum. I do not like the notion I am not in control or being alone. I can not name the pattern but I see so many things passing. I do not want lies or share them, if pain is in the truth than I’ll die by it☠️

Skurt over the basics the taste of life never wasted bitter or sour our power is the desire help get better never bury the treasure reveal it see it shine help others in their time my kind lost over found again this wheel of time treading all trades and skin scar bear surface leave remarks with purpose squint through disability observing

Advance practice never lose proof of perfection the goal of hope forward moving objective probability sandwich and beautifully plain lettuce handed test of bandits in the gift of unlocking understanding, click✨

Loose barrel fall like water break shackle and hit back with your nature harder

Scan perception alleviate distraction soul discretion the greatest action, pinch yourself feel the magic

Broken fingers rope over the hope that lingers never give up less its one from the middle wave it to the ones playing in riddles stay official nothing wrong with the average in or world of disaster and crazy steep lows punch through depressive fog rock your peepholes people get hard as they take and grow stronger after the break…don’t be afraid to wait even clouds shaped profound will pass

What of life or feeling and mind? Carry the meaning through abstraction, be kind

We take our licks, the clock ticks, its all gonna be fine, find ways to be pleased within the rewind

I am not sure what is always behind the curtain and sometimes the feelings that come from me are tremendous. Force felt and human like bleeding existence. I sweat the life just being. I am tired of the doubt to claim some author or origin, but look forward to the new memories. The next day, another time. There is some fear in me, some concern, but there are other things as well. I have joy, know love and operate in strength.

Allow room for the djinns, not to stay but to pass. Carry on and I’ll accept myself. Fed whispers and untruths I’ll battle them all and if even defeated by them still myself.

This is identity. I can still exist in an echo this stage

Ode on shelved and focused merit, this should do.

There has been an act to imprint and it is interesting, this is the point to work around. My ears ring and I am sure that is no coincidence in fact I know it is aligned in this recent influence. What is tiring is the feeling that something is being kept from me, a wonder or a secret …something everyone else in my immediate interactions know.

I am a new exhausted and still pushing. I am not overly concerned with being the first to do something or be the most original, but I do not like the feeling of an ignorant imitation. I can not remove myself from influence and there is certainly some I would hope to be more like. Instinct? Release?

Ever the quandry…