I stretch my jaw forcefully to draw in air where my autonomic diaphragm might have better been employed, and thence included the jaw muscle as an effect, not an apparent and ostentatious cause.
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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