I cast off my pretense before you, though it never fully falls away from me. Sometimes I wish my poetic soul would consume me...I become tantalizingly inspired by music, senses, beauty, nature, memories and people...
I am an awfully conflicted person. The caging of my perfectionist has alleviated this to some degree, but her howls can still be heard...
*I love light, but to be in darkness.
*I am 'myself' in public, but only in the lonely wild will my soul awaken: here I am in my element.
*The future enthralls and intrigues me, but as I arrive I become disillusioned and ennuied.
*I rejoice in healing: My delight is pain.
*I love chaos for the order it entails.
*I am more complete for the bareness of my feet.
*Truth my advocate, Deception my tool.
--> I am a Self-evident Paradox.
"I contain multitudes" but there is only a selective view presented here.
-consistently inconsistent I am-
If you have trouble understanding me, or just can't take me seriously, I invite you simply to step into my world (I get lonely here, though Nobody does keep me company) > > >
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