Ever after

I am the greatest fool of all time. The illusions amaze me and
I get so lost.

But see, I love it so. The immensity is so over bearing that sometimes
I can’t speak. The way it creeps up on you, it’s like you had no idea
that it was what you were searching for.

I’m without a foundation so I’m forever finding new branches that
somehow connect with my roots. In one-way or another, it’s this life
or the other. I’m floating around in the ocean while the waves take me.
The resistance was up and now it’s meek. The current pushes me; rough
at times- I never drown.  The waters are constantly tested. But the tests
are never real, just lessons I’ve made up. To understand the way this 

universe never stops.

It’s such a craze that I can never crave because when I do; it’s never
fulfilled. But see, I’m so seduced by the world that I can’t help but get
lost in the rhythms. My thoughts escape me and it’s my only sanity; to be
lost and yet to be so sure of my moments. The soil is fertile today so I
plant my seed and watch it grow.

So I find myself once more. And it’s all forgotten. The mystery I just
experienced becomes a past life and I’ve stopped wandering. Life becomes
logical, black and white, grey at times but I’m colorblind. And again, I’m
looking for something hidden so that I can experience it once more.
My memory is gone and each time is like never before. 

Connection

Stuck are the moments that we can never get back. 

We replay conversations, to value the depth of those 

words. The looks that were made were like unspoken 

agreements. They are forever stuck in time. I remember 

it all and I feel different. But yesterday isn’t today. 

But it was yesterday that I could understand your touch 

because we were there and alive. Who we were didn’t 

matter. It was like soulful moments that were splattered, 

coloring me. It all happened in rhythms.

Yesterday is gone now and I'll never forget. It feels like
I was teleported back to that mind state. That memory 

is in my mind. No time to rewind so I got to press play. 

Today is a new time.

Part III

The plot changes unexpectedly. What we originally thought 
was going to happen, our focus, it all changes. Because along 
the way, we probably were distracted by one thing or another, 
and we stopped looking so closely at the details. It was just 
something that took a moment and by coincidence. It helped 
evade us from the mind’s prison where it keeps us calculating 
scenarios.

But when no one’s watching, we forget it all. We forget the 
mindsets that we’ve so strongly built up. We let down the 
barriers that prevent us from falling. The lines blur a little and 
vision out of focus. But the intentions are deeper and the 
feelings are stronger. Clearer.

Looking so intensely into a situation and examining it, the less 
we’re able to see.

Yet we allow ourselves to get lost every now and then. We 
can’t help it.. the events are synchronized and we trust the flow 
in that moment. Nothing holds us back and the escape never 
seemed this appealing. What’s this phenomenon? What is making 
this be too easy? The human experience is so complex and at the 
same time so beautiful. We’re living in a world of endless patterns, 
which are highlighted by people who know how to throw in the 
color. Others are colorblind and sink into black and white views 
of life. The afterlife is waiting to thrust out the impressions lost in 
your mind, and one will find the colors that were lost.

Blank pages are filled. Colors submerge. My color is the same as 
yours. The colors are all combinations of others, extensions of our 
former selves. In different versions of the storyline, we meet again 
and again – in different paths that intertwine in the same lifetime.

The acquaintance felt like more. The characters portrayed depth in 
a way that doesn’t just pass you by. You notice hints of the greater 
unraveling but the unknowing leaves you anxious. And this is the 
time to be courageous. Intrigued by what’s to come.

The impetus lies in the preface.