To shed a layer of selfishness, watching it fall to the ground beneath me
in flakes that wail as I brush them aside and step away from myself.
To bathe in sweetness, indulging through every pore with chocolate
and chemicals that make me hazy and happy and full of what feels like love.
To release the images pooled inside me of a future dedicated to desire,
clearing space for empathy and Earth.
To freely toss my heart toward those so effervescent that I know it will be returned to me,
effortlessly shared and warmly reflected.
To use my love as a sculptor for those whose figures have been hardened over the years to stone,
patiently, arduously chipping away at pieces in hopes that underneath lies something more.
To fill my one life with experiences that run so deeply through my body that I am numb
to environments that feed resentment and sadness which clog veins like sticky mold.
I’ve grown up to fear that these lifestyles don’t mix.
Can someone chase after both goodness and bliss?
Abundant thoughts on Transition Innovative thoughts Understanding Insightful words about Youth
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couples run naked then plunge into the vast sea laughter ensues… through the duration of the night a flock of birds with intense sounds In the distance the still silence then an old man appears gets into his boat and
O Hubble what was the need, to discover, to go beyond for it. It was here in our hearts, the dark energy. When hearing would be lost. I will go extraplanetory to find the truth of star birth. On earth
I saw the soldiers Marching off to war. Lean, strong and hard Like young lions. I went to a mirror and there I saw a grey haired, fat old man. How did this come to be, What happen I ask
Time well spent Years together Learning Growing As our time comes to an end I look back on past years I remember our happiest moments Before we move on Four years Of time And memories To be brought with me
Here I am, an eighteen year old lad Born and brought up like a prince, by my mum and dad Never cried in pain, neither by lack of any leisure Taking birth in this heaven had always been a pleasure.