What I want is often at a crossroads with what my eyes see. I’ve been at a battle with the Eye. My eyes continually hold on to what can be and what is. In The Light – A thief can hide all; save his eyes. Melting away at what he wants // all he sees is desire. So his eyes are like ice. The situation of his desire begins to liquify.
In my mind, however, the parables don’t seem to really inspire a deeper truth. For every passing day, a story is told. Stories that are meant to be recorded and remembered for lessons in life.
Truth be told, I am stubborn. I’m pressed hard on being free and steadily gliding from a higher sense of myself. I’m incapable of being locked in because I am inclined to always find tunnels and loopholes.
If you give me a box, I’ll see a paradox. A rhyme that will guarantee a key. The question and demand are in my incentive. My eyes see with quest and affirmative navigation.
I find it easy to escape because I truly believe all of the answers are from within. Nothing hides or can disguise itself from me. From what’s clear to what’s not – I’d be a fool to not look again.
The amount of activity that’s happened in the last couple of months still astonishes me. I’m not always ready to face the reality of these transitions.
Dry spells engulf through the mirage. A desert filled with clowns and imaginary friends. The clouds above me are changing like the phases of the moon. The distant stare covers me into a deep oblivion. True to character // a trust is afforded to familiar betrayal. Constantly being neglected in the eyes of a spiteful gaze.
No true trophy is kept – the only award is unanswered questions. The war has been renewed by lack of compromise. Nothing exists besides me. Vessels are emptied and the fullness of meaning has been exchanged for promised attempts.
Sometimes life keeps us in a toss up of action. I don’t want to move at all. Then I want to run like fire and never turn back. The rain has compelled me to grow.
Whenever I look back, I’m not always sure if I was really listening or if I was just moving along with the beat? Whenever the heat turns up to high it paralyzes my thinking abilities.
When it’s hot – nothing matters but to replenish the waters lost by sweat.
The replenishment comes from understanding the exclamation and quest. My nose and mouth are formed by endless directions of inhalation and consumption. I’m steadily going because I’m constantly having to fight for my life. I’m having to really make decisions that affect what happens next.
Whatever happens is what I’ll have to go with. My heart is promising me – that if I stay faithful to it, I won’t be locked in or caged. Even if I’m placed in a box – I’ll have the key to which no way I’ll be locked in.
Quest & Demand to which I say // See Me again.
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