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I eat rice with a spoon.
Apparently that makes me greedy.
It's true.
I don't like sharing food.
I don't like sharing most things.
I want to share myself.
I want to share my thoughts and my feelings but
Why should anyone listen?
You see what I have been chosen not to see.
And I am glad.
I see with my mind, what you cannot.
And I see with my heart, what you cannot.
If you were shown the world through my eyes, you'd love it too.
Said the blind man to the public.
Ignored.
The highs,
The highest highs,
Flying, soaring,
Inhaling wisdom,
Exhaling failure,
The pick-me-ups,
Happy-go-lucky,
Live in the moment,
The laughs,
The smiles,
The pain,
The heartache,
The heartbreak,
Lust,
Love,
Marriage,
Children.
Life.
I am alive.
I immediately thought of Chinese Cinderella, and her great grandmother's bound feet. Bound with bandages from an early age to stop her feet growing. She was never fully developed. Reminds me of myself in a way. Bandages of self-pity and insecurities binding me, never allowing me to fully blossom into the person I can be.
It's a shame.
A real shame.
I love it when you flex like that.
Slow, fast up, down, bring it back.
The bass booms through my toes and dances through my feet.
Feeling Dizzee, intoxicated from the sound of old-school grime.
The Rascal's have come out to play.
Better reload that track.
Beautiful. A single tear drop, pin drop, noise stops. The Earth's rotation at a standstill, The Blue pill. This is a place of dreams. Reality doesn't live here anymore.
You're welcome to join us.
Whether?
Whether what?
Whether if I...
Where I like it or not...
Whether I this, whether I that.
What?
What's there to say?
Why must I always justify myself?
Can't I just do things... just
Because?
Sustained by you,
Sustained by them,
Sustained by Him.
By prayer,
By your words,
By their faith in me.
Pack me a lunch-box filled with knowledge to fill my hunger for wisdom.
Sustain me with all these things.
Please.
Do I believe in miracles?
I'm not sure if I do.
A bundle of impossibilities, making itself known to the human eye.
It doesn't seem right.
But anything's possible.
And we've been taught to expected the unexpected.
But if we expect the unexpected, doesn't that make the unexpected expected?
Anything could be a miracle.
Doesn't necessarily have to be impossible,
But just so unbelievable, our minds cannot figure out how it was done.
I guess it's a beautiful thing, really.
A bundle of impossibilities.
Burn me.
Scar my soul with your trademark.
I need you.
Want?
No, need.
Definitely need.
Intricate, minor miracles.
Dancing on my grave.