These past few months life has consumed me. I’ve forgotten that I’m alive and my life still exists around me. Time passes and vanishes regardless how connected I might be. I get lost in my immediate surroundings. Sometimes things blind me, like the sight of obtaining the very vision that has raptured my sleep. Chewed me up, spit me out; sprawled out I once was. No longer am I though; lost or wandering, searching for something that I swore has called to me. That message has arrived and my eyes saw it. Immediately in front of me, obtainable it is. Now I won’t let it leave me, I couldn’t dare. I’ve begun my speed, my stomach was grumbling but now its violently spewing acid, overcoming anything that prevents me. The only air my lungs will allow inside of me, is that from the place of the place I believed to be; I’m otherwise sufficating.
I ain’t got nothing left, except exactly what I need. Stains covering me, now are cleaned. The scars bled, and scabs marks are slowly disappearing. Spirt free and wild inside my heart and mind. Connected I deem to be; heart, mind and body. Watch me you, I’m going to palpitate the world in the radical momentum depicted from memory. From my insides, coming outside as a massive beast. Cultivated for years, deep in a place I’d never dare speak.
What in the world am I talking about- well it’s only the very one thing that i’ve carried with me for years. I’ve come to accept its better to be who you are, then trying to be happy with things that are unsetteling. With that being said, I’m heavily unsatisfied with society’s excuse of ignorance, and ability to overlook important things.
There are too many resources available to not take advantage of what is surrounding. We as humans have a responsibility to acknowledge problems and react to them. Not stand idle when injustice is happening. I experienced some traumatic things that I admit, was prepared for; in which is what made life difficult to deal with for several years. How can one be meant for this message and begin sprawling uncontrollably? My body and mind eventually went comatose; numbed, unable to explain what these experiences meant to me. Now though, I see, well, I was terribly angry with populations who were not capable of creating environments for all to succeed. Unable to allow people to be who they are to become who they are meant to be. Persons being stripped of their opportunity at such a young age, unable to even able to comprehend what was happening. What has happened to them. Why their death came early. Why they weren’t worth the time to invest understanding and connecting. Why no one fought to keep them alive, why their life wasn’t worth living. Why they’re dead and we are alive.
Whats the fine life between life and death? Education, opportunity, accessibility? I know for sure it’s not ability. History believes sprits to be able to affect all kinds of things. Alive, all can learn anything, but when no chance is provided, when no connection is made– well then no value is determined for themselves or their lifes. Where could that power come from? Those who kill, who feel no connection, no value or worth, win. They overpower, greedily. I hate this aspect of humanity, and I don’t have much to offer the world, but what I present is a never ending flame. An everlasting need to connect as many things possible. I remain indefinitely as a light to guide all those who might be lost, or blind to what can be, who they could be.
I challenge us all, to try and preserve mankind. By caring to try to preserve all who might be lost, strangled by darkness. Reach out your hand, tell a stranger, it’s alright. Their life is important, if not now, then later. They are necessary, tell them they have time to grow. Let them take their time, yet let no one be lazy and ungrateful. Time is not patient, but we as humans can carry compassion and empathy, demonstrate patience. Unite and collide with others we might not understand. If we do not combine our efforts then their blood is wasted. Ancient civilizations were able to comprehend the power of spilt blood, they celebrated the glorious reddening, drenching alters. Presenting the most precious offering possible to their Gods; and yet, here we are, thousands of years later. Unappreciative for possibly the very thing that gave us our opportunity to have life.
