I have fallen out of love with all the things I truly love. I’ve been too caught up. Time to focus and bear down. This summer I will make changes, small and swift, yet great and grand. I will need help and support and I pray every second that I will get just that. I can do it, I am meant for what great things lie ahead.
I don’t necessarily like something because it is indicative of how I currently feel, but more so because something about it is beautiful and should be recognized. It is far better to recognize beauty than anything else. And whether something be sad, violent, lustful, loving, frightening, exciting, or unknown; there is always something beautiful within it.
I’ve been awake too long when I lay down and feel the draining down the back of my throat. Tasting every opulent day dream that moved through me in the lighter hours. It is always tomorrow, when the blood is dry, that I will begin my adventure.
I am not conventional, and have no need for it. It is time to whisk myself away from this desolate existence where I am greater than I am allowed to be.