I am trapped in a vessel I cannot call my own, separating myself from flesh my mind races searching for answers throughout the universe trying to pick up a frequency I hear in the distance as I close my eyes and just breathe. Imagining the crashing of waves taking me to a place of solitude. The vibe becomes promising as I’m pulled into another dimension I like to be, reminding myself that in order to find peace I must follow the beat box central from within. Producing the transfer of messages necessary to keep me going.

All I ever want to do now is soak up the positivity, see me as an electron in search of a proton forcing a pull greater than any, this what I yearn for. I’m conflicted with the thought that my own life might not be in my own hands and that my destiny was predetermined which is why I find myself lost, stuck in a place of non-complacency I must not conform to these motions/notions instead learn enlightenment, be more like Buddha. Practicing internal balance, meditate listening to the stories the wind has tell or hearing birds chirp, singing a tune in a tranquil expanse of nature where even flowers never really die but are rebirthed.

Keeping self in mind I mustn’t become jaded by the external, allowing my chakras to become deranged. Instead, I become selfish. Realizing that the ten toes I was given weren’t made for falling. I gain hope in process where failure gives the opportunity to grow in what we call life.

But, could it all just be a dream? Letting inception take its course when things are out of my hands. Feeling more myself than I’ve ever been. Actually feeling what it’s like to be me. To be free.