Soul Again

my soul has been lost again and I cannot make the outline of the ghosts who stand beside me. the unseen impressions and looming unknown shadows latch on to me without me knowing, just to set my stage and preserve my mind’s integrity. i play blissfully for myself and where i see myself outside of the current. how many a time am I to write of this, of my soul to wander, when I’ve already established i’m inclined to believe control of life is a lie? comfortably living as I speak words each second lasts for long time if I let it or think about it.

I cannot make a religion for myself. I can discover the mythology of myself. I cannot read more than I have prepared to consume. All things consumed feed into the same place. I belong to sex, connection, intellect, confidence, curiosity, humor, esoterica, mystique, tacit, courage, and progression. Low hanging fruit is not of your concern. Learn to distinguish the essential from the non essential. Go forth.

To purposefully reinvigorate your essence: There is a glowing black fog rising from your chest to meet the space around you so it lifts your lower back, aligns your spine, supports your neck, bleeds into your voice, where it must be protected. Protect that essence and be with all: Fear, Love, Anger, Sadness, and the strangest of emotion, Lack Thereof. Prevent habitual movements of infinite search for the search of what you cannot define.

The T Shadow