the little death

they can take my time but not my soul a heart yearning for creative output ideas that swarm nothing but my insides -aw

wars we attend to

each and every day we ride in the face of death opposing it at every turn so much time, but so little patience these are the modern wars we face the ones in our mind, the ones in plain sight -aw

controlled experiment

wave function collapse but unlike a dying star it’s a controlled commitment out of all potential futures I unequivocally choose you to be my reality -aw

timebender

let me bend timelines let me arrive at the destinations that my soul desires all possible states dance in my head I see the paths that lie ahead but allow me to choose the one my soul craves -aw

unmet conditions

a repeated loop retrying, collapsing, retrying always retrying until the initial condition is finally met getting better, closer little by little every moment -aw

the rot of life, pt. 2

here I sit here I wait time drones on inner workings on the universe converging at a very moments notice the energy, the timing all collapsing like a function mathematical blissfulness -aw

rotting away existence

here I rot here I wait life on the other side of these four walls so much to be grateful for but so much to miss this too shall pass like storm clouds rolling on by -aw

stay a while

what is the rush after all we only get so much time stay a while longer -aw

life is in presence

tell that person you like them enjoy the slowness of your day take a deep breath life is now, life is in presence -aw

dangerous nostalgia

longing for a past that no longer exists can lead to a future that only brings dismay -aw

decoration

paint scattered across a canvas decorating the essence of space let’s make music together decorating the essence of time -aw

many worlds

decisions upon decisions plans within plans within plans yet we squabble over the niceties zoom out, dig in what magic is surrounding us connect, recapture, care, love -aw

a hushed whisper

a whisper of the wind the cold press against the cheek one of mother earth’s many greetings accompanied by the most captivating sunset rays of golden flame framing the sky, sparking the hearts of onlookers -aw

a digital footprint

if my own eyes are the only ones to see this does it still exist? does it still make an impact? does it reach anything? does it’s energy ripple like waves in this vast unlimited exosphere? -aw

chaos

chaos and order are a lot more similar than we would expect for those who hold order cause the chaos and those who stoke chaos expect order -aw

a common good

a rush a rush we’re all in a hurry can talk for five minutes and then I have to scurry for what I don’t know there is so much calamity but why oh why it’s only myself that I pity -aw

branching of time

time is of the essence but what is this essence no future, nor past inextricably linked with space time is bound, branching, weaving look to the trees, for only they know -aw

mud to water

what is clean may become dirty and what is dirty may again become clean -aw

novelty of a thing

while pursuits are noble eventually the heart may fade a fleeting feeling the mundane is simply mundane new adventures peer over the horizon the novelty has been worn through -aw

what is

embrace what is and what was and what will be will fade away -aw

a creator

anyone can create possible iterations lie everywhere there are stories to be told for when the time is right a story doesn’t merely get created it is willed into existence -aw

emotional states

our states of being floating with us, and around us like clouds in the sky a fragrance that captivates and controls -aw

a note to a stranger

if you’re reading this friend just know that we are more connected than you will ever know divided by constructs or distance waves of particles and energy dance aglow soul to another soul, keep on going -aw

embued, embossed

we cannot lose our divets our hope, our failures our passion that ignites the things that make us, us be the divet, be the marker be the change, embrace the difference -aw

hopelessly optimistic

what is being romantic If not endlessly and hopelessly optimistic torturing ourselves with the pursuit of something bigger than we can even begin to comprehend -aw