Im a bright idea. A dreamer. A lover. A scholar. A fool. Of pure heart and... A pure soul. Pouring purely positive intent... Placed within these words My story unfolds.
This is uneasy, unfixed, unloved, unending oneness. And I sit un-interrupted in my unfounded unhappiness. Willing it to fall like a ton of bricks. And I realize... Inertia is linear, not uniform.
So I sit.
Untouched by more than a few. Unsaved by the untrue. Behaviors become virtues. Truth becomes reality. Truth becomes trust.
Trust. Becomes. Everything.
Just some ideas I had to get out...still not fin yet.