I am grateful for the day, mostly.
but sometimes,
a discontented haze glazes appreciation for life,
for the clockwork hum of functioning anatomy,
or the birds singing chorally
and allowing us to enjoy their melodies.

Some days, it’s easy to forget
it’s easy to drown out the sound,
let something else consume us instead,
leave blinkers on red
before apathetically resigning to our pillow
and whispering to it our melancholy.

Some carry their past as a dead weight,
making it harder for them to cross the finish line
for the races, we start and finish every day.
I harness mine as protection,
a key to the future
where all that matters is the present.

Every day is a journey,
so I pack my bags ready for what happens next.
I make my travel guide
by formulating the ways
I can purge my mind
of the burdens which relentlessly scratch away at the base of my skull.

I still hear the echoes of idyllic idioms which are never grounded in reality.
“Time will tell…”
“Time is the greatest healer…”

Imagine, if we were taught what freedom really tastes like.
Imagine, the sticky-sweet nectar of mental liberation
being dripped onto your tongue,
allowing you to savor how it really feels to be free
from insecurity,
anxiety,
and panic attacks which rip the ground from beneath our feet,
draw sensation from our lips,
makes our rhythmic pulses feel like lacerating stings.
My afflictions aren’t my enemies.
I wear them with no hostility, knowing I can take them off
with wishful thinking,
and relinquishing the sinking feelings
which pull me down when I entertain the idea
I need to be punished for being human,

There were days when I afraid of the sun
and the rays which illuminate everything I didn’t want to see,
There were days when the only safe place was the space in my dreams
where I could run free and explore new realities under my own orchestration.

Now, I embrace any effervescence the sky throws my way,
I pull it towards me and live fully
with my open eyes and open mind opening up new possibilities,
every day is a new premiere
and everyone has an invitation to the theatre.
The ticket is my smile,
the price is peace.

I seek to spread addiction to being inspired,
instead of what will make you numb and wired.
My work started with me,
but it will end by showing the world we’re all one.
If you take my view,
you’ll see what I see
and it’s so fucking beautiful to see the delicacy of our temporary existence,
and our impermanent nature laced with humility and compassion.

My work is for unity, one destiny. All in harmony.
Peace has been there all along
hiding in the shadow of materialism and conformity.
Social constructions attempted to mold us,
but let’s shatter them to dust
with the pride in our uniqueness,
and understanding of the purity in individual presence.

Let your dreams carry you,
be whatever awakens you.