Is gentility a crime—less in value—we admire aggression? Quickness of essence, eagerness, to make for obsession—to possess a heartbeat; more when affected, sold to passion, to learn after if cost matches equality. I’ve been around this corner, stopping at lights, reading bill boards, feeling sunshine. It was easy to fall for it, never examined the ruse, unto becoming a jaded soul. It’s bad how experience ruins a person. Someone is rebuilding, cleaning her boots, sporting all leather today—a rose in her palm. I thought it was unnatural the curse as bold creatures, held accountable and astounded by that. I love it on a good day. I feel impressed upon on an indifferent day. I feel nonchalant on a bad day—amazed by cycle, earth, and human spirit. I never meant to cry. I had no place for indecision. I sense something is unaligned, askew, desperate to get back to its mirage. It seems life is unvetted, but authentic, never put monopoly on existence. Each to her understanding, each to his reasoning. I saw a woman. I ignored her beauty. This is foul. Instead, I imagined her roads, her consciousness, if I can’t get voltage, I remain unspoken. It goes as follows: one lives life, has pains, becomes an adult; one has scars, becomes aware, dreams of exclusivity; and one becomes yoga, mystic, Christian, etc. racing in spirit. Here is a different dance. The afore was preparation. But something is lost, something souls need, that something is, spontaneity. Indeed, a long evaluation is troublesome; too much brain ruins realities; and quickness exhausts curiosity, feeling a surge, fretting the imagined ghosts. Nonetheless, it’s been some time, a long road, watching skies, seeing a kite in float, thinking of remote-control cars. I wouldn’t be a bad catch, I debate a good catch, with so much information in there. One may feel the same. A good day is different for some. It might mean reading a great book. Having a decent discussion. Or better, elevating in meditation. Too much to discern, so little the reach, with certain thoughts seeming stubborn, redundant, anti-erasure.
