Intuition Wins



Just some scribbles from a day at the park:

i sat by a rock, a seemingly good place to land with the pond to my right
and a buzzing family on the left hand. the sun beams down on my head
reminding me what i said when i made the decision to fight my demons to
perfection. because seven is the number of perfection. with the slightest
movement is a breeze that continues to change everything. maybe the escape
ive been searching for is not to question anymore. its so evident and its
clear to see that balance, peace, love, and sunshine are eternity.
i didnt sleep last night because i thought id beat the one, when the one
ive been fighting is the light, is my sun. without which my body may as
well be stone, may as well not glisten in the brilliance of accepting whats
been done. its so clear to see the past and so easy to stumble in the
future, and its so hard to accept a present that could have never been.
the bird fell in the pond when no one paid attention. the sun will dry her
feathers, the sky wont let her cry. not today.
my theory is in the way i still smile on a broken sunday. the sunshine on
my face the chemistry is too much to make of the heat in my legs aching to
break free. ive been a prisoner of darkness for too long. my head reacts to
the brilliance and i fall into the depths of my subconscience. this is the
world through the eyes of a savior, the eyes of a sinner, the eyes of a
saint to be. the saint of the children, the saint of lost innocense, to
protect dark from destroying what i can see. that is, if its not too late.
if my mistakes havent ruined the hope that is my namesake. the purity that
was my soul. ive been darkened by a monster who crawled into a hole, never
intending to escape. no desire to be set free, no compromise to let me be
me.