I took a break to set myself free in a world that doesn’t see me but everything I am not and could never be. It’s still hard to write, even now, as I type. A reminder that words, the truth, are my life.
January is a moment of deep reflection. February a decades long search for His intention. 28 1/4 days never felt so boorishly long, no one really cares about black history month, it flows past me, leaving behind evidence of little change. Of personal growth they can’t see. That spark of mine they try to take.
I protect it with zeal and with heart
I’m an astronaut falling deeper into the abyss of space time. Am I cursed to know what will be mine? Why do I see things others can’t see? Why does it take so long to open their eyes…to the lights’ rays that tell us to rise?
We are not meant for subjugation. Human nature is the eternal fight for freedom of self and of self expression. NOT sublimation. A fight stoked by a darkness…a nothingness, that shapes our terror. We run after false prophets in our search for “truth” anywhere. How then shall we be free?
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