Tap into my vision, on a different plane. You appear to me and sometimes we interact, other times, you're simply there.
It's inconvenient when I'm with My Sun, the one I love, yet you're in my peripheral, I feel you, I sense you. Are you going through this phase?
What I'm going through isn't how you perceive it in your own eyes, you tell me. You... feel me constantly but you don't see me.
When you think about it, you don't think that you have that capability of tapping into seeing me the way I see you, only because your third eye isn't open, yet.
Though you are not blind to this phase, you know of its existence and you can't help but reach for your phone and wonder, what would I say if you messaged me about it?
All you had to do was tell me to go away. You could've told me that you wanted nothing to do with me, but that wasn't the truth and you didn't want to lie to me.
But now we're both in the same boat, you don't understand this interaction that we're going through. All you know is that I'll explain it when we run into each other.
The day is still unclear as to when we will meet but you know that it will happen as do I. Neither of us will make a move, it's up to the universe, we say 'well, if it happens it happens'.
My silence on social media has you concerned, you know that I'm around but how? You've spoken this question to someone dear and they don't know how to explain it.
For what they know, you could be crazy, they say, but if what you described has a lick of truth, then they don't see why you wouldn't reach out.
If I have the answers, why not knock on my door? Why not go to me? What's holding you back?
Misinterpretation and toxins are what hold you back. We've have conversation but we haven't. How can that be? You know certain ideas about 'us' about our friendship that hasn't extended from our unpredictable interactions.
None of it makes sense. Logical, scientific sense. To you, that is.
To me, there is a science, but it's ahead of our time. What determines what is ahead of our time?
Normally, I'd tell my relationship everything. And I can't tell her about you, the potential of who I might end up with after what I know will happen to her.
Secrets are not my forte, I talk to the public after all. They see what I'm going through, though they don't understand it. Not all of them, anyways.
Keeping my sanity has been a task since I learned of my 'insanity'.
Is it insanity or an unexplainable truth that I can't quite wrap around my head. Or maybe, it's a truth that I know. For I have this 'art of knowing' yet I know nothing at all.
In a way, are you afraid? Afraid of what could be and what is not? For what truth that lies behind this door isn't understandable for everyone.
Are you afraid of understanding? Of seeing the world for how it is... Are you ready to know nothing yet learn vast amounts of information that will lead to the cycle of a multitude of questions that will never end?
I don't blame you. I was afraid and then I was freed but was I freed, or unchained?
Human minds have limitations, these truths are truths that are located where no one can physically go so how do we get there if not physically?
These different planes, throw away the books of science that we were given over the years.
It's unbelievable, yet you know it'll be truth. I understand that fear.
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July 6, 2019
To The One I've Always Wanted
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Assurgent Construction
PuisiA poetry collection of an American Filipino. the following expresses his thoughts and emotions as he studies abroad. This is the second book in Culture Distortion.
