I was sitting in the back of the room, amused and hiding under the brim of everyone’s noes typing up a journal entry. I was typing away loudly but no one would bat an eye my way. I was swimming in my thoughts when I heard laughter, I looked up and the drunk lovelies were dying at some joke. I liked it this way. Being outside of the circle but close enough to enjoy the warm heat waves. I had grown used to this crevice in the shape, enjoying the ropes by myself, content with sitting in my own thoughts. I had accepted that the next few years of my life would be a season of loneliness on this Earth. My only close companion would be the Lord and my few family members. At this point in my life, I was only earnestly close to my grandmother and six friends I had made in college. Right as I was remembering this thought, he looked up at me. Even with his removed mind, he saw me. I winked at him and he went back to the debauchery in the room.
to gain substance above all else, but how?
to capture an audience from then until now…
meanwhile I keep myself entertained by my own unraveling,
I’m supposed to find a groove yet my mind keeps traveling.
Do you hear the white noise? Can you distinguish it from the substance?
Do you see the clarity amongst a blurry afternoon…
Sorry, too soon.
walking further from a familiar place I feel more, well, me.
I know it sounds strange but to walk unassumingly is free.
There are no rules except one,
never be plane- always be fun.
to capture an audience, to strike straight from the heart,
is to openly tear yourself apart.
I don’t think we can really achieve any character but our own.
Successfully, at least.
Bang the piano! Scoff at the cat!
Enter the room! Throw on a hat!
Accept that the audience might not find you endearing,
but strive to be graceful, kind, and God-fearing.
Don’t worry much about the how or the then or the now…
but the substance, worry about the substance.
Ask yourself what kind entity you’d like to harvest…
So , what will it be? Poison or elixir?