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three a.m

creating from a place of frustration is like a bitter sip of black coffee it's raw, untainted by sweet sugary sprinkles has a particular bite to it that makes you almost wince as the heat rushes past your throat into your body..exhale a release is what you get from it to expunge yourself of the words that run across the crevices of your mind for some sense of clarity, understanding Of the anguish, confusion that arose from the frustration it's at this intersection of expression and processing of emotion that a sentence is born One of its own, to lead an idea,story, or reflection all through its subject and predicate We exist to learn from each other and gain in connections towards our truest form or best version of ourselves Constantly shifting, expanding, opening our lives for the experiences and beings that cross our paths Playing roles of guides, teachers, friends, lovers, enemies. All the worlds a stage by which we've added fresh platforms for more plays and stories Digitally crafted for our convenience and exploration of ourselves in any version we see fit We are becoming the architects of our own existence and relation to the world Our growing ability to influence and change minds with the touch of a screen is exponentially increasing as the decades roll on. In all of this, our human element remains. Detachment arrives quicker than it ever has, but possibly detachment is what will bring us closer to the reality that we've bombarded ourselves so much arbitrary fluff for life that we've suffocated the human experience. Limited it down to consumption and possession. I began this thinking of how frustrated I was with the reality of differences between ourselves as human people being the very thing that repels one another from each other . Sounds like common sense of the world. But still, this very thing itself has made me frustrated with both myself and the construction of life we've built and called society. For feeling like I need to be wanted, validated by some other being. Regardless of their differences to me, I should be appreciated and wanted as I would to them. That's ridiculous that I'd think that I needed to be validated, just as ridiculous as the idea that we allow differences between us to stop us from seeing each other in ourselves and loving the existence of a whole being before us.

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what is it?

A moment of happiness Is like watching a child play on waves Concentric curled at your toes Salt in the air tickling your senses Or like sitting atop a trunk staring into the starry skies Observing how twinkles in the night sky rhythmically dance to your heartbeat Peering into the vast reaches of space It is within these moments One realizes that there is a warmth within a peace like no other A feeling beyond our concepts and labels As if time and space sets itself into a meditative rest Leaving you a moment to peek into the universe It's wholeness falling upon your spirit Bringing us to the reality we fight for, live for, and breathe for. A happiness unreachable by force For it comes to you when you allow yourself to be met with its grace It's for these moments, I seek. In the hammocks of beaches unseen Mountaintops of islands unreachable Clouds of skies untouched And the mind of someone unbreakable.. a being of peace and love. loving oneself and the world beyond for the sake of growth and learning building themself as to be the best version of themselves to venture a life fulfilled

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reflection

Let's talk about philosophies, democracies, hyprocrysies, monopolies. Or the way you like nice things and how our lives parallel like poles of the earth Following your mind into worlds of nostalgia Entranced by the beauty imbued into your words I realize this isn't new. I've been here before. To be alone with someone To know solace with presence There's familiarity, which I'm alerted at Nevertheless, something calls me to look deeper Close enough to see that there is a difference Someone I haven't known, and have yet to know My attention span fails me I lose focus and retreat to somewhere more comfortable, numb indifferent to the subtle notions silent screams for inspection Only to see that it's me Keeping myself at bay, safe distance To keep it moving, for instance I've always been terrible with rejection Not a fan of my rawest form of self not being accepted in its vulnerability so I'm aware my ego can protect it from harm Even at time not so convenient when my soul yearns for connection weary, weary of traveling seeking a moment to rest, in the bosom of warmth and compassion Until then, I'll keep traveling until it makes sense to rest my weary soul

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it's electric.

Upon the arrow of time we danced and the world was split open Like an atom to its core where neurons and protons lay We dance upon the brim of reality like charged electrons shining in essence A light so pure even the ancients would be remissed if they turned away Like stars in a galaxy far away Shining our light to reach each other souls like the light that travels billions of miles to decorate the night sky I become unto you as a companion, lover, partner, annoyance and muse. Our life's canvas is one of many stories But ours will be one of a million Of only those who've experienced the deepest wavelengths of the love frequency

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onward.

Silly me , watering dead plants When the only thing needed was oxygen For the times I choked out on my words Gasping for air over the assumptions Hands clutching over my chest trying to pull a reason out of my heart to stay Knowing the void had grown As we’ve outgrown a moment past gone What once held us, now leaves us at crossroads and a choice to make. Instability stricken like lighting in my artieries Falling back to the ocean, eyes upon the sky Feeling worlds away in the same orbit For my core is begging to rupture with anger and passion over the disconnect Burning for a chance to see you see yourself in me Where we could truly be Oh silly me, watering dead plants There was once life where this plant lies Within it lies the past of memories unforgotten . One must not forget, that in the past is where those things will stay. For the life itself, has moved on from the plant which once stood tall.