Inspired to go somewhere.
To fly into the presence of persuasion.
To count the stars while breathing in the dust from starlight pyramids.
I’m looking to find deep treasures buried in the bowl of my intent.
I’m not always ready to face the monster of realization because it taunts imagination.
I can clearly see where I’m gonna be.
I can taste the freshest waters of futuristic manifestation.
Yet here I stand.
Frail with a desire to move but lacking the gas and stimulation needed to cough up a revival of the chase.
When one can feel the power of intensity one then realizes the goal of emphasis.
The Word is moving upon my lips, and my vision is multiplying into endless translations.
My life is turning into a maze of possibilities.
Never before have doors become reflections of interest.
In the heat of my incentive, I’m inspired to reach places unseen before.
I’m following the trail of ancestral geometry.
The guide of the stars is mapped by close study of arrival.
I’ve been preparing myself.
I’m having to really trust myself more than ever.
I’ve always had people tell me I’m capable and I really believe it – but now I’m having to put that in motion.
Something about being 24 // Love is serving me some demands.
I’m just having to trust that all of this study is gonna pay off.
(Which I know it will) it’s just my experiences are teaching me a lot about myself.
New things are happening.
Still dealing with this and dealing and that.
Now more than ever my perception is being framed by my experiences and actions.
I’m inspired to redeem that which was lost.
To mend that what was invisibly broken, but now clearly seen in lines ahead.
Inspired to be.
Inspired for the sake of inspiration.
Inspired because there is work ahead.
I’m inspired because there is a fire in the motivation of silent motion.
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