Moving forward. Just one little step at a time. Fearing regression but recognizing that pressing forward is the only way.

An idle mind will kill me. An idle heart will leave my spirit behind.

One word.. a small step each time.. making something of each vibration.. each glance cast beyond the stars. Sirens blaring.. another in need of help.. we hope it makes it in time.. connected through our suffering.. the things that make us real. Forgetting about the love that binds us..

because it is harder to heal.

Why am I here if not to live and explore a little more each day.. what am I here to do today if not to learn how to paint my reality with a new color. This feels like a circle when, really, I’m slowly progressing inward in mind and outward in spirit. Levels deepening.. souls reversing back in on themselves.. I am only here to interpret that small piece of the pizzle cast deep into space.. a finite moment in reality.. an exact place in time and space.. there is something new to each memory.. something new to the experience.

I’m adding to this primordial soup of memories each time I entertain a thought.

Always begging for more clarity.. there’s something left to catch. Sunsets beg the question.. are we here because of thought.. the sun will rise tomorrow.. the moon shall show its face.. A hiccup in this universe resulted in this life. We’re destined to be alright.

The rules from the heavens are broken inside the mind.. creating alternate realities.. anything goes as long as there’s still time.

Fingers getting colder.. mind slowing.. energy beginning to die.. this frequency is right on time.. and its all I need right now.. Its all I need to help live this life. One step. Two steps. Three steps… more. Grateful, blessed, humbled.. this sunlight returns tomorrow.. and my journey is back on track. Blah blah blah… the words that were written were from hours ago… I still need to spend some time to fill in the gap here.. there are words that I wish to say but I can’t quite get my fingers to type them out…

I have to think before I create and I want to create before I think.

That’s the point of this exercise.. and I just figured out how to express a few more words in this exercise… we break down when we see something in front of as interpreted as a puzzle… seeing something without a solution… a paradox.. a problem.. I guess I) wish to see things for what they are in their original forms if I am ever to improve at connecting the dots… because I am not sure about this approach.. it is just my intuition.. but even then, I don’t really know… I’m just typing right now.. this is totally fucking bullshit.. I love it.. but what has it done for you, my friend, the reader… if there is nothing for you to gain, then you won’t be bothered to stick around…

But capturing your attention and your time…. maybe that is not my goal… the goal needs to be something larger… it needs to be the idea that I know you are aching to be free.. free from pain… free from boundaries that have been imposed on you by other people… from the boundaries that you have imposed on yourself…

when I write without restriction, I let you know that you can do the same.

I love you so fucking much and I don’t even know your name.