I look left, then I look right. I breathe in, and out… In, out, in, and out! Trying re-center myself, but sometimes this only makes me more anxiously conflicted than I was. Loving myself is so hard to do. So many thoughts all ganged up ready, and waiting for the bell to ring. Waiting until nobody is watching to jump my ass! Leaving me physically, and mentally beaten! Maybe because I tend to endure the pain of others even while the shackles chained to my ankles are cut, and swell them! Somehow I still smile! Somehow I still ride!! Somehow I still strive!!! Someone I’m still alive!!!! So I say the universe UNBIND ME! TAKE THESE CHAINS OFF THIS EMPEROR! Teach me, so I can then lead others!

What’s up there I wonder I wonder if it’s as dark as they say Or is it so dark that it’s bright beyond our comprehension I wonder if the days turn into years Or do the years turn into days I become lost as I sit and wonder what’s up there Lost in the imagination state I find myself stripped from the reality around me Here nothing is real I’m able to really imagine what may really be up there, and what may really be down here Are we the end Or are we beginning I wanna win the mega million Then I’d spend it on mega million knowledge I know smart huh, everyone knows that’s truly valuable Maybe up there our brain patterns turn into wave patterns Or or maybe we can just jump really high I can feel my heart leaving my chest now It’s the fear of flying The fear of loosing all control while in the sky, now how many ungraceful birds that you know are soaring high. Besides sleeping must be awkward if your up that high I think everyone should set time aside to really stand in the a moment in life Taking in everything around you, and releasing whatever heavies you Appreciating the massive greatness (we are sometimes undeserving of) All the beauty we get front row to, when you think about what may be up there, you allow yours to grow beyond a normal state. Now if you find out what’s really going on up there maybe a seat with the Gods awaits!

No you,, you can’t keep all what’s yours but then try to take mine. No, you can’t tell me what I’m thinking as if I don’t know my own self. No, you can’t pick, and choose the certain parts of me you feel fits best in place. Loving all of me is something you won’t get any short cuts with. but Oh, why of course I’ll help you understand what you can, and learn what you seek., But, my weeping soul is fragile, with one chip to its exposed heart,, and We retreat! So no to the hatred knocking on our door too. Yelling “just who in the hell do you think you are”!? I yell back! (while making my self appear bigger and stronger) “I know who I be, do you know who you are?” I said my soul it’s fragile why are you pushing this hard. Do you understand that if I push back you’ll be pushed very far. Make sure if it does go to far remember what you already learned to create new ways to get back to where you are! Don’t take to long please, I told you this soul is fragile, so we have trouble holding our space. Easily distracted wondering away! So, if you find my love urgent please hurry, we may not be in that prior space. Will you continue in urgency, searching…, If you find my love urgent, then yes! Finding us will be a highly decorated task.