Vexing

Out of the blue without permission. Mentally conducting visualizations of past trauma. A new day. I’ve literally just awaken for a new dawn. All is well. Speaking my peace within. Settling to prepare myself to rise for what is to come of this day.

So, I embrace myself with a smile. My heart. The inner core of visualization, feels as this emotion defines my center stage to embrace me back. I’m lost in my world. Deeply committed to maintain sanity through the eye of my pupils. I to hold many keys. My cry is so loud! I decided to accept my own cry. Weak to be. Weak to embellish with true meaning of my artistic capability.

The stare filled with so much space. I’m not here. How can I notice the audience fixated or fixation on what it is or where I could possibly be mentally. This addiction called escape. I created from the imagination of the creator whom has giving me permission to dream and believe.

So, you see it may seem selfishly. Yet. You never thought to ask the question. Did I take you with me. It depends on how you have treated me. You see? Words have no rules! Only to a fool? I could never stay focus on english 101. Sitting in a corner staring at the wall. Artistically with the shadow. The shadowy shadow embarks covers which that withholds and provides the bed of each word. Each word plays a note. One sound. One mind. One body.

Nothing is suppose to make sense.

I’m told to live. On and On. soooooo Vexing! Right? Right!