Kaleidoscopic

My worlds always seem to collide. There are many sides 

to you that you pull out of the hat. At school, at work, at 

social occasions, and creative functions, who you are when 

no one’s watching. There are too many sides, but they’re 

all organized and derived when needed. Context is everything 

and so the mentality is a shape- shifter - water filler – to the 

oddest glass shapes you can find.

Lines blur, but don’t they always? You can’t help it when 

emotions are triggered. You feel a pull, a cosmic reaction, 

simple expansion, so fluid, so lucid, you loose it.

Suddenly, what you’re feeling is all around you, it’s all of 

you, every action reflects it. The birth of solidarity brings 

together all the sides of you in play. An unrehearsed play, 

you know your role, but you’re not acting anymore.

Life becomes so improvised, every notion, every observance 

is entangled in it. It’s like a never ending design of the mind.
Patterns exuberated all around. It bursts into the atmosphere.
It’s so contagious that I can’t see past it. I’m blinded by what
I see, one thing, one vibration, my eyes are closed and I still
see it. 

This love is kaleidoscopic.