I remember sitting down in an empty space
Unmoving on a cloud
I saw my future there
Declared it aloud
Finding my name is claiming myself

∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
I remember sitting down in an empty space
Unmoving on a cloud
I saw my future there
Declared it aloud
Finding my name is claiming myself
If you want me to be happy
Leave me alone to make my peace
Give me a little of that sweet juice
Some distance to walk at my pace
Some greenery a soft mellow breeze
Time permits us to freeze
Get lost in those tall wooden things
Just let me be
Make my piece peace
I told myself I’d have no tears for you
Would only hold space for you
But just one more for old times sake
For the sake of my ticker
For the savior of your soul
Godspeed as pain plagues the world
While stolen lovers lust for equality; for peace
Begging for rain
Claiming insanity
Shaming one from shining down
This time around the natural will abandon us
The truth will leave us
All removed
Stumbling riddlers will remain
I love deep feelings. Feelings that stops you in your tracks. Experiencing feelings with self awareness is even more enticing. I can do this dance and really put my foot in it. Really break a sweat. With the wisdoms of the future as a tether. Although the idea of becoming the crazy lady who wears mumus, cheetah print thongs, reads tea and palms and can tell when you’re lying but makes a game of playing along, is mad enticing.
Why is it hard to believe
In everything
Carelessly
Unattached to an outcome
Knowing only your own flesh
Legacy and all
I love being a women.
Everything about it.
Blood, burnings and birth.
Airy, soft.
Pure fire and magic.

I am me
seeing me
loving me
hurting me
healing me
birthing me over and over again