I take the plan, spin it sideways.
I have become a day-by-day non-resistant. I alchemize emptiness into fulfillment. I grow roots and branches and leaves and I blossom into beautiful flowers and I give delicious fruits. I create from decay, my eyes for photosynthesis. There's a deep ache in the center of my chest. I'm overwhelmed. I feel more acceptant of the idea of death therefore experience days more vividly. Every regular detail becomes a flow, filled with magical orbs that I can see, and take in, as much as I want, as many I need. I feel a higher sense within me, granting me permission to express selflessly. Wherever there was judgement, inner or outer, now is silence. I need no approval, no feedback. No deadline. I am without shame whom I came to be. Deconstructed through the obstacles I encounter, in the decisions I make, while I watch me by. Driven by something. And something much more difficult to understand. A slight glimpse into the matrix. Or outside of it, looking in. Love is ever-conquering. Ever-possible. To love, in loving to, as the yin is to the yang. And only if we are mirrors, right. Believe in the beauty you behold. Because memories are left. Always.
