Sometimes I oscillate between worlds. Trying too hard or not trying anything at all.
I obsess over details and create to do lists within lists. I disregard ideas completely.
Creating projects, and setting them ablaze with stagnation.
I analyze, I empathize, I reason & mull over words and their energetic inklings that link together like air & linger throughout our reality.
I am the thought and that which bears it's witness.
I am the sea, as I am the shore.
I am the knife, I am the wound that bleeds and beats.
I am the words that soothe like honey-lavendar kisses.
I am made of stardust. and God gave me this mind.
Sometimes I oscillate between worlds.
