identity

leave the box

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The time has finally come

for me to feel less alone

in this collective state

of static pause.

The time has finally come

for people to see

that even while one is boxed

one can breathe,

one can think,

feel,

be free.

One can recharge, 

regenerate inner engines,

and just silently be,

exist. 

Life is not all about adventures in the wild,

but also about adventures within one’s self,

within the confines of our spirit,

and the breaks from the world

that somehow let us bloom further

expanding in space

until the box is shattered open.

savor of youth

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I wanted it to happen. 

This fusion

Of God knows what elements

A collision of youth

Sweet and bitter flavors I never tasted

Up until 

My hands opened that door

To embrace some perfumed creature

Coming at me from a soothing place

Like trouble.

My certitude is now compromised,

My wisdom perturbed. 

Always predictive,

Never visionless,

Except for this moment

When my intuition flees 

Fearful butterfly 

Or rather daunted 

By the brutal tenderness 

Of his wings 

On which senses are uplifted

To darker skies

Of sinful heavens.

Now, tell me, ruthless bird:

Am I on a trajectory that ends in flames or seventh heaven?

 

as you are

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But I don’t want to be normal.. even if I can be. Whatever I keep losing by being different is no loss.

Take me as I am or walk out the door. 

Free yourself and others by speaking your heart, but more essentially by “being” your heart.

Whatever you’ll express and be will either draw solid walls or break them.  

We’re not all meant to click together, smell the same odors, feel the rareness of magic. 

Do not fear rejection, fear the mask.

Searching for the cure to your wounded soul? Climax on being who you are.