blackvoid
I remember how I felt. I felt calm and collected, but also I felt alone. But not in the sense that it bothered me. I felt alone in the way, that no one will ever fit with me like some kind of puzzle piece. And its not that I feel I'm missing something romantic in that way either. But I tend to hang onto relationships and friendships that almost fit it, but probably never will. We are vast small universes expanding within ourselves, and we wonder what the hell is going on with us half the time. I remember I was in New Zealand. I had walked for hours, to just get away. I found myself near the water, right along the shore. And I started laughing. I could not stop from grinning stupidly, because I met with myself as I seem to always, right there at the ends of dry land. And I think, it's always been you, you silly girl.
List the ingredients to who I am.
As if I am someone to make up,
I am ready, I am ready,
they take me out--
not knowing, I am still someone raw on the inside.
The ever going notion that you need to reflect upon yourself, only to make oneself better --only so that you can ripple through each action you’ve considered and have done, to turn it into the peacemaker. To come to and also end ones self only to find another and another. Buddha, the belly rubs of wisdom. A belly so big, there is a universe that sits inside of it. Welcome to the womb world. The rebirth. --The buddha, the golden statue who holds his belly for all to wonder about.