Thursday, March 19, 2020

Life is Curious about Resilience


I take breaks or move personality where thoughts are similar: a determined professor, a partial adversary, a daughter and family, or things thought as deliberateness. If but to succeed this might enhance realities if but to become famous; this deep kleptomania this force in our dreams or the hunt for Cajun roots.

—so haunted by myself this arrow to targets this dart circling for entrance; a little rudeness, but this is California, while no one, (maybe children, just maybe), is more important; the glass of society, the wreck is many don’t see it, this deep precedence we give ourselves; indeed, a little too gray, a little too on the nose, while self-depreciation is too hard to carry—

What becomes balance?

We sense it, we feel it, where a person is glamour; so tentative at first, so reluctant to reflect, where unsaid person might become demonized; so captured those seconds, so deflective those moments, while deep interrogation becomes repelling.

I hold one in mind:

this more than ample soul, this anticipation to speak, this courage to exist; to live by fury or to feel unsung while applying non-intrusion; a strong voice, a masterful art, where it doesn’t become comfortable; our heart’s language our mind’s mannikins while guts seem free. Others label, sometimes rightly, but most often labels protect egos.

“I’ll never forgive him.”

The reason is obvious—he hit a button.

While the flute chants or the mandolin cries, we ask, “Did he lie?”

—the beast does not rest, we adjust to society, we teach our kids to be humble; or one might argue, humility is weak, so take and take quickly; this causes an issue, for intrusiveness isn’t beauty, but many are not compelled by beauty; this internal category, this ebbing essence, those mental billows; or this spirit-nib, where foulness is triumph, and semi-bellicose wins its shadows; this exterior membrance to trigger a deep disdain while one reminds us of those Aries: dates and peaches, or apricots and walnuts, or almonds and grapes; it becomes our selection, our morning disbeliefs, over our New York Times; as creatures given information, while we exploit unsaid information, in such a reality where it was justified to ream that person—
We have just started, into
this project, where nobody is going to feel satisfied!

PS.

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