Waxing Poetic Or Some Such Shit

I have grown. Expanded, blossomed, widened and gained. In passing time I have become. These things that have not changed the realities of the world I live in and has done nothing to alter the circumstances of anything but my own perception. To be exact and truthful I am still and quite possibly will always be a victim of hope. Hope is that incomparable feeling that allows you to believe that things will ever be different even faced with the truth.

You see, I love and know that I will not always be loved. My first job is to understand my own love, which I think I do. I am that person that will open up her mind and allow another free reign. What I also understand is it does not change much in the grand scheme of things. These constructs that we create give us a sense of control in the chaos when in truth we control nothing...

Buju said it's no easy road. So for the lack of a better outlet, I cried. Ah to cry... My heart welled up into my throat, my brain filled beyond capacity and then began the storm. Watch now as eyes fill to the brink of madness and then tumbling from your body comes some sense of relief as it falls from your lashes, tumbles down your cheeks, drips from your jawline and gives me through you some peace.

I never simply wanted the greatest appreciation of my being to be those sounds that are forced from my throat when my body is played like the fine-tuned instrument that it is but sometimes, simply sometimes this is the roll some of us must accept. Then it is your onus to remember who and what you are. Pull out your internal adding machine and calculate your self worth.

I know me. I met me along a broken road simply wandering and in this way we were joined, a unity of perfect imperfection. I realize what I contain is a mind that rambles with twists and turns, a place of constant discovery. Anyone that traverses will find themself in a place of wonder so would I defy my nature and become just a body and a means of release?


Remember is what I should do that I have that within me that allows me to stand tall. Understanding and no remorse. With these memories I pull myself together and stand tall. He who cannot find a path to share my love I judge to be unworthy.

And with that I am done.