#spiritual

One is not the other…

One is not the other

Flip flopped in feelings

Overwhelm at the dichotomies

….these endings and beginnings

Alphas and omegas,

These alpha males and empaths

These narratives you adhere to keep ur image.

Underneath the veil is something more real

Yet one is without the other

flip flopped in feelings

Which one is fulfilling my basic needs

Or my royal status

Place me as you see fit creator

I prefer both

As I am an infinite broadband kinda

vibe,

that vibrates in 547 hz where the octaves

providing my balance

Where’s the balance in one is not the others

May I ask why do I have to choose?

Is there an infinite amount of souls out here to touch me just where my funny bone needs entertaining?

Or is the safety net much more securing in securing the the applications I have for myself?

This December cold 

December cold brings on this aesthetic soul as crazy psyche behaviors caught in a web are traveling down unknown roads.A feeling of pain resonates here.
The chill factor is below zero matching my eye reaching soul windows.In dire need of a superhuman hero,

No one comes to save this day.So there is this bathroom mirror.

Acting by day and troubled by night,this December cold is going to rock me to sleep at night.

Not mentally feeling too well but my third eye still has its sight.The eerie feeling that I’m being put at bay until we reach new heights.

Searching for my soul to be fed, I find comfort in the food of thought.

Is this world really worth my energy? Do we all need love like we say we do? Is there really someone out there with the purest of hearts?

As I continuously feel this subconscious pain in my diaphragm as if it’s a board full of darts,I wonder if I’m carrying the worlds pain with me or just my own.

This December cold is one chilly one, living out my dreams out as if I finally won,yet the tears in my eyes feels like I lost a big one. 

Praying I get out this season alive for only this universe knows my truest intentions,therefore I should trust it will work its way out of me. 

Until then I must bear this cold on my own, this tragic lonely feeling of knowing I’m all by myself is a little frightening.

A room full of people and I look around and only see a distance.

My scarf securely fastened around my neck from frostbitten individuals, I try to discern what’s right. 

a table for two

Our inner refugees are temporarily free when we kissOne can only see.

Our embrace will identify that we can save the world. 

Or save ourselves.

The feeling of this drowning spirit I have waited a lifetime for,

your air feels so beautiful in all of my stable ways.

Two artists sharing a distant taste of ambiguity,

Yet finding congruency in one another. 

So paint my canvas and decorate it as you see fit,

indulge in us while we pay homage while the candles are lit.