Hurt me! Give me pain to see the truth because comfort gets me nowhere. I become gross. Mind polluted, the very essence of my being has been diluted. Objectify less! Feel more, then I'll stop feeling like such a whore. But I still want more! Shift my desires, stabilize the mind. Hold the face that fronts the mind that represents the soul that hides the past that taints the future that repeats the problem. It's the pronoun that brings you down when things get complicated, which longs for simplicity that forgets hectic behavior which needs to rest when we need to wake up. Calm down.
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Light me! Burn the burn that hates to love to live to play. Crazy! The life so loud that won't show the way. In confusion surrender, in despair reach out, in triumph forget what good is about. These are the things that procreate, centered in a self that's easy to hate. Soul, I love you for leading me well. Mind, you are wonderful for executing the passions of the heart. Self... you still need to put those things together. You have far to go but it's getting better. Live the life you want to live, give all the things that you can give. So many layers, afraid of getting cold, but you better learn to stay warm before you get old. We must believe our hearts are true. I practice, I fail, but I will push through.
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