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#20/20Vision. Bottling up wisdom Over years like fireflies on a shelf.. Or some madd scientists Professor ...Dr. Frankenstein patching past together for the perfect chance to take a stand and then some.         Take a stand and make a name everyone will remember

They’ll all remember A time they lost it all. All their systems, their perfect visions         On how the world will finally reward them. 10 yr plans at the drop of a dime, A stop in time. Hamster wheels no longer spinning just the gears within them.

There was a time when a lack of access Provided access to excess        Consciousness Where the scope didn’t hold the ropes and tie off boundaries. Where creative minds found time to stretch inside them.

The time is now.

Repetition isn’t just for fashion and infants. It’s a chance to begin with more than you’re left with. An empire doesn’t take 100 years And wealth is worth more than just monetary ideas. 2thousand twenty years of trial and evolutionary volunteers.

The message has been clear.

It begins and ends inside you. Systematically, biologically Creativity is the default functioning of the brain in its entirety. Unite’t with the solar plexus?        I mean your guess’ as good as mine. Tunnel Vision Perfect sight Take a break, Just Stop wasting time.

It’s been a long time coming. I’ve rehearsed it      well, actually I haven’t. I imagined you wouldn’t even know me      I rehearsed all of the ways that you wouldn’t.

I ran through how many times I could share a space with you,      without you ever knowing. They say the spiritual realms releases you from the constraints of times and emotions,       like a peaceful way..  so I suppose all that rehearsing wasn’t worth it.

I’ve worked on calming my heart enough to hold a steady hand in your favorite restaurant,     so I could serve you progression while you don’t notice. Worked my ass off I wanted to be so known that any TV screen or billboard would learn to haunt you       Without you knowing...of course.

I’ve said it once,  i’ll say it twice.  But to repeat myself I mean, what’s the point?

Fuck a shrink. I’m not fucked up...      Maybe just fucked up... Once or twice. Reevaluating my past decisions? You think I write just to catch a rhythm? I don’t need this couch.  I’ve got my own. Well - maybe it’s a car, but I thought we weren’t keeping score.

I’ve done my work made peace with God I keep a bible, it’s somewhere in the closet. How many notes can you take anyway? I’ve got journals that look better than yours,       I made sure. And you see this pen?  I told you I’m a writer,  that’s my therapy. So this here?       It’s a waste for both you and me.

What can you tell me that a stage didn’t already teach? How do you know what I’m thinking?    huh? shrink?

A blessing and a curse.          Darkness. the most suffering and the most growth.          For what it’s worth, We close our eyes and imagine all the potential, the “what could have happened” I mean it’s natural.         Seclusion.  Meditation.          sometimes medicated, A cocoon of great escape.  to a 5th dimension while staring into endless pits . One slip could keep you captive,         You should be careful. I mean, You know what happens.

One minute it’s just a second  see, that’s the blessing. A quick reminder,  call it a cat nap Just remember to snap back. The sun doesn’t rise and set No moon to rotate it’s positions. We love the darkness, and it loves us.         but don’t play the victim.

It is darkness for a reason. No masks needed, Not just a season of gloom. It is darkness,         our oldest friend.

I want to start by apologizing, for letting fear rule my position. For never giving the thought of you a chance...       to prove me wrong.

Sometimes I reflect on faded fantasies. These days I try to see them in visions of “success”. What would it be? Picket fences, mini me’s. It’s a new world looking at 33.

Would I break cycles? Or continue these? Would it just be you and I? Or a family? Would I stay for it? Or would I leave?

Dear Agony Let go of me Suffer slowly Is this the way it’s got to be? Dear Agony... I let you run a portion of my life I suppose; realistically, I say portion because I’m still alive. Dear Agony, Silent partner in crime. I’ve seen you hold on to the hopeless,  throwing luck around like some sort of God send. It always felt like a coincidence more to me, than to them.  You let me suffer when I knew we’d be better going our separate ways. I treated you well,  with empathy and you returned the favor with suffocation.

Mirror Mirror on the wall. I’m hoping that you never fall. Mirror Mirror on the wall I’ve learned to need you after all. They say self love is the best love. The most crucial to development, this double edge. I wish they told you it would make you hate you; more. Way before you loved you instead.

Mirror Mirror on the wall, sometimes I wish you’d be quiet long enough for me to brush my teeth. You magnify silence so loud that it rings. The kind that requires you to pull out the lion within,  projecting a roar just to mask the calculation mayhem. I’ve had so many questions, so many suggestions. So many test runs, and rehearsals.

Processing 001004022020 Processing.... Error detected Processing.... Error detected? Cntl. Alt. Delete. Strange. There is a memory shortage I’ve been searching Archive files Locate: Original manual... it’s here somewhere. Launch: antiVirus Scan 2% I can feel the fan slowing I just need a reboot. Files are harder to access. I wish I could pull up memories faster. Ones of the old days, of how I passed the time then. Scan 4% My buttons have been pressed endlessly Short circut; Johnny 5 haunting me.

Such high expectations but it seems my systems failing-Jeeze.