Raven

Don’t bother me now as I am in final review. The next round of stages, creating two by two. And don’t come outside when I am here, or into my room mah Dear. I need my space back, attention is beaming. Beaming towards my future! Eyes a gleaming. The word future could give me a heart attack and my heart with grief is stacked. Lower Three Chakra Shame Too. The sound of that door is shear panic so… what will it say? Is it coming for me? Am I in trouble? The rubbish vent fan is and the sticky desire to watch shows at dusk. For indifference is kind and so am I. Set the boundary already, don’t mess with me now. Come back ten time stronger with a stranger saying “How?”

The sounds around,

they are oh so stimulating.

But my fingers now,

run through the pages.

Once at a loss, once at a tapping of nails. I see her in me, but I don’t prevail. How could I have known the teen things I did would follow me this close? Would I go back and quit dancing? Would I go back and go the intention?

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Yes and,

I lived a different life, not as a delinquent this time. No drama, Mama, Mama, Mama… I feel held. So what if I like the movies? Am I under a spell? If that makes you feel better, instead of taking responsibility. But beware of that too, for it will send you for a loop. So caress both of them as a dance in practicing peace. A deep release. The jargon flows as I enter the Sacred Space. The Ultimate Wisdom Place. I’m not there right now, but I swear it exists in me and grows in me everyday. My memory and recollection proceed me. DisorientAl glitch in the system from fear in which I grew up. My dream of the video screen hideout Deeply Visits Me. This is what happens when you enter a feeling. It’s not all black and white so it feels good not to run anymore. And, hey, give up to give in, but never… I repeat! Never give in to give up.

Anyways! I’m sleepy.