High Tide of A Mushroom Stride

In the space so warm and wild, consuming lights so pastel and kind. I move through you just to feel so safe, until I wake up realizing I’m blazed. Swirling colors that’s pulsing through rhythm, music notes chimes while even the air beats a system. Time moves forward as you sit in silence. Gaze upon the beauty and chaos that is life. Stars form and barriers break, babies are born while death is easy to take.

Upon the night where my memories come to life, motivation strikes the more I feel alive. The patterns of hope is where I divide, I find my North Star so I can continue to thrive. Lovers argue and shout words of break up and polygamy, fear of loneliness fuels one’s soul while the other is young and wants to be set free. To be powerful and honored to no avail.

An exchange of insecurities and acceptance fills the room, in the other space you listen to what seems like impending doom. Memories of the past continue to haunt, an ex that’s hidden from the one they truly want. Sleepless in Seattle washed on the shore, you still think about that one person who made happy feel sore. Your heart exposed like an orange with no peel, the one you want doesn’t want to feel.

Mind Hack

Caved by trauma with a bridge to go over, tied to the past, unable to let go of karma. When you fall from grace, it looks like beauty to others. A sight to see or a vision to behold. People gather to view the cycles when in fact, you’re reaching out trying to get your life back on track. Little moments that weave out contention, pretty colors with floral inflection. Gold leaves & witty vines, calm vibes so just be kind. Warmer weather with chaotic chances.

Too many voices that cover the scene, you forget to be seen, you forget to breathe. Self care journey that got people so tired, dating the jerks, dating close minded shires. Lack of experience that comes from the other end, you get frowned upon as if you need to be hurt to be joined in.

Social Experiment of Media

You try your best to find someone true, mistaken identity because they don’t know you. Red flags and bards are boarded up, you already lost without even knowing what’s up. We choose ourselves and keep each other open, because we don’t want to be hurt by the people who knows us.

How can I decide from all the noise on the internet? By a certain age, it is you that has to know this. Like the show Kyle XY where a human is born like new, unknown to the world on how to be happy and what are normal things to do. The journey continues as we grow and learn, until hard work and trouble challenges your will. Your will to change or to be changed. Struggle to live or just stay away.

Mother Nature

Flowers of meadow yellows are sublime, the sun so grand as the birds fly by. Through the pollen The air shall breathe, allergy season shall be the death of us, because all we can do is fight to breathe. A dangerous season when your allergies act up, confused to believe if your sick or the particles nesting in you to feed.

Like poison ivy who rules the plant space, stuffy eyes and tears of annoyance will be how she lays her seeds of corruption to our space. Protected power with warm embrace, Natures dangers shall not doom us to outer space.