So much on my mind.

              on my heart.

Trapped in this corporeal glop of disarray.

How can the truth be bound in such a temporal being? So much confusion and superfluousness.

Sadly, I do not enjoy the constant trivial ponderings of this world. It’s inhabitants. Scuttling back and forth each day filled with self importance, self motivation.

What of the greater good? When will they realize that there is no THEM without US. No one, no thing can exist in-of it...

This book is my own.
In here there is no write/right or wrong.
My soul and my pen intrinsically connected.

Words spilling, emotions fleeing. Without judgment or condemnation.
The only consideration is truth. My feelings, my dreams and my beliefs.
Those are my truths.

Reality does not dictate my truth. Reality does not shape my truth. I see that which does not exist and yearn for it. I see that which does and often wonder “Why?” My ideals bind me not the hypocritical and contradictory terms ...