"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together."
- Vincent Van Gogh
Falling into the present moment, cut off from the rest of the world, in quiet contemplation, a pause in the races of life and mind.
I've struck a balance, in all reams of life, now chance to be pure and entertain all folly, a ride high above the clouds. Resting in peace with a vision so fresh, climbing with mountains that flurry around me, understanding we are living entirely in our own shared myths, so I may as well fly the best way for me.
Finger to the lips, cosy in my nest, slipping away, joyful in the night.
Faded scars marked with zeal, a dip into the lore of all times, through creative channels I feel, the rush of my innocent crimes.
Free reign for our magical domain, the nectar of pleasure coating all in flame, lost in the fantasies that time can tame.
A life away, inside the closed book of my past, I was a mere flicker of a flame, living wholly in my shadow. But upon new horizons, that shadow began to quake, crushed underneath its weight, I let go. An empty slate, restoring myself with new trees, branching their way through, becoming my truer self again. Now the fire burns fierce, I look back not in yearning but in appreciation, I dream not of desire but of possibility, enjoying instead the present that be.
Holding on to life so dear, to remind myself I'm real.
At one with the silent chimes, climbing higher up warmer jungle trails, planting seeds in my subconscious archipelago, to break through into the cosmic dawn.
Pharaoh of the honeycomb, the fruit is ripe and the field is sown. There I lay, there I roam, an ode to all I have ever known.
I let my vulnerability take hold, without fear, and let it flow.
As I bring this here, to its finality, across an age of transformation, it has reached its final form. I draw away, to another land of deepening thought, outside of myself, and completely my self. I now only wish to read, to think, to learn, to tell. A project new, to revel in the mind, a purpose reborn, to be my private passion. And so I settle my debts, let go of that which has led me though this epic a journey, this battle of conscious and subconscious, my capricious tale.
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Capricious
Non-FictionAn abstract, autobiographical coming-of-age story written in poetic prose that chronicles my journey from adolescent to adult by delving into my mind and my subconscious. It focuses on my mental state in my overcoming trials relating to loneliness...
