Liberation

Drifting floating through my mind mind mind. Doors swing open and I don't need help holdin' them because I've learned how over time.

Hushed voices after dark. Words don't say much of anything because my eyes are yelling about directions to my blue and red lined diagrammed heart. I'm hoping you read it, because few want to know me, know what's real and embrace understanding.

I'm all over the place, pronounced and my tendency is to be messy. I can't really blame them, back when my ego kept me "above" all else. My mind had set itself on that they were thinking I was too busy being busy but the whispers were nice.

People don't think I mean what I say. I mean what I say.

Don't listen to me, look at me. Ironic because I've come to hate the drawing crowd, I'm giving them their moneys worth.

LISTENING TO; HER MORNING ELEGENCE - OREN LAVIE
I couldn't stop complaining about how I had been staring at a blank page for the longest time, nothing to write, nothing to say; oh that was all bullshit! I got this, I got this.