𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳

i dreamt in color last night, seeing a bold

shift in hue from blue to a dazzling red.

the memory rushes back the very moment

i discover a clue. a glimpse into solving the

only crime against myself that matters...

*

being closer to forgiveness, I thrive in that

moment as if time takes a much needed

break from relentlessly plunging into the

future—allowing a chance to reflect...

*

i find a new home to explore. a place

to examine thought bubbles being sketched

out of thin air...this time, i welcome the

epiphany charging at me with the might

of a bull, trampling over barriers that

once sheltered inherited dreams. they all

reveal their deceitful faces before vacating...

*

the new way feels like a lost routine, fortified

and easily takes up residence inside the gestalt

of truth...overseen by a silent partner of faith.

*

i've come to realize that logic is an ally, an

instrument of the mind assisting with purpose

and prophesy. not a shot in the dark but an

opportunity to examine components of

things never considered... too many soldiers

conditioned to guard doors in a mind that

wants to open...

*

the path is clearer now. the journey moves

forward with answers to my own riddles—

defining purpose in a world that moves faster

than a charging bull...