Oh hello you

blazing into a sea of obscure foreshadowing;
intention, restless and impulsive,
relinquishes the present to predisposed yearning
leaching, feeding off true, consistent growth

foggy disposition, muted in a vague pseudo-reality
defines a canvas of resolve
painting clouds of giddy psychoanalysis and social aviodance
she inherits glowing embers of insight;
careening metaphysical journey
within and throughout unseen ventures
toward the same end, same end, same end

recoil from journeys into the current of another
reducing potentiality in each successive word
laying down the guard of a life crumbled with ease
the mind rattles and sighs
another wasted escapism into the pulse of humanity

the infrequent meandering of language
reveals nothing but poetic justice to moderate soreness
that which is left unsaid crowds around the prose
and she is left once again lost between this concreteness and incongruence
bred within the framework of the mind

Overandoverandover

Inhabiting this singular, reined-in brain in the midst of the chaotic immediacy that brings this wide, simmering world to the forefront of the Western inquisitive consciousness is like being a tiny flea stuck in a room full of speakers blaring pink noise. The chaos, the rampant push-pull of questions and perceptions, being torn between what is right and what is right for 'them', what is sacred and what is blaringly loud: Holding steady to the mast of this vessel, torn asunder by the psychological sea, floating merely due to physical embodiment as a mixture of atoms and molecules, energy and connectivity that somehow managed to weather the past 26 years with some small glimpse of corporeal fortitude, despite the movement, all this beautiful movement...
sometimes I think I'm happy here.