Sometimes/Fragmented
It's hard to believe I am attracting new possibilities, people and experiences. That's because many of these new opportunities are a bit unreal. I have a Facebook page that Bates my soul, a TikTok page the shares my inner thoughts and secrets and Instagram pages that tell a fragmented story. I think this mode of expression sends out hope, creativity and all of my desires out to an ethereal plane. To where all answers can manifest and bloom. From where my expectations await magical moments. Because I want these moments to be real.
These moments could me mania, or could they one day be manifest? Is this all a dream? Will these dreams come true? Or am I just hoping and waiting? These tangible desires need an other. Maybe some feedback. Some might think this repetoire of thought are the essence of prayer. But it's really longing. A series of things hoped for. Moments of labor of things about to be birthed.
Things hoped for. Things that may never come. Dreams that may never come true. Ashes upon the sea...pieces of me that never quite found their place on this frequency. But these fragments landed somewhere. If not only in my mind... And they bring me comfort.
These fragments might only be a mirage. But they all tell a story. My story. An untold story that I still don't mind dreaming about nor do I regret not being able to live IRL. Because I am transported to a warm quiet place only I can go. Where there are still pleasant moments that exist. Moments that still make me feel. Feel alive. Feel like something's coming together. And I still feel Fabulous! These moments excite me so much! Moments that make me look for and anticipate my greatness. Each moment that lingers in my memory gives me enough hope and anticipation. And it's all enough to make me want to live to see another
Day.
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