on my knees. head high. heartbroken.

All Hail to the pail that gets sent down the well and returns with courage and kindness. I’m kinda oriented towards freedom but have a certain blindness. Your highness, I bow down to the great kings and queens who sing the soldier’s song, for the people. I see the steeple of your church and I’m blessed to only be halfway distressed. But my woven mess undresses in the absence of distraction. The truth is created in action, mad acts, throwing tacks in the hopes of opening the eyes of others. I’m bothered by my hypocrisy uncovered, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I say to myself that I forgive my mistakes. Seek love in the company of others, I know it’s hard. You won’t always have a bard, a muse, cues to keep you from being confused. A painter painting birds when you have the blues. Sometimes you’re on your own, no hand to hold and share experiences with. I dare you to try. Maybe you’ll find that every life, love, strife seems simpler when the gloves are less tight. Find the balance, find the right keys to the right tune to relieve you from your cowardice. We’re endowed with possibilities proud even when shrouded in misery. The question is not ability, but will he find the will to fulfill him? Questioning blessings is not the goal, but wonder about the foundation of a miracle. 

Fuck that. A blessing is a joke, miracles are like misunderstood quotes. You may think you know what happened but you don’t. And the creator does not deign to favor anyone who happens to believe. You seem silly, retrieve memories of when you were proven wrong, please. Understand that every day is a mystery, tragedies occur and we fall to our knees. Your tears are real. Your pain is real. Love yourself and know that the vacuum is not caused by your lovelessness, but your loneliness. Every lonely soul feels what you feel. Every soul may be you. Don’t make me have to explain my use of soul, it’s emotion personified, you tool. It’s another trick that we beautiful humans have created. We identify the wholeness of us, our needs, and our wants. We separate our dignity from our intelligence and body. It’s mysterious if you don’t understand the stem of emotion, thought, and pain. I’m done with this.