revisions, reflections - erudition not needed

Taking time to reflect on revision is, can be, but does not have to be a painful process requiring erudition - the same can be said for reflection upon life, past events, current events, future desires. All that is needed is a mind set that is already in place. Be here now, here now, be - that is all it takes, that is all

Differences - Separate - Perceptions - Create

It is not our differences that separate us but our perceptions of those differences that create rifts in our fabric - let us strive not to recognize how we are different; instead, let us strive to recognize how our perceptions and consequential actions affect reality and ultimately create distance between us.

somewhere in between

people say, she came here - she is this, but others say, she is from there - she is this...

"No, I'm neither one. I'm somewhere in between. That 'somewhere in between' they can't understand."

Who stands here and who stands there

This is not meant to be a foundation by which tides will flow or from which intentions will stem or will be stemmed. Instead, this is meant to be a starting point for a process of venture. Inevitably, waves will roll from this movement to the next and either sputter out or synergistically compound upon one another until the movement has either become common place or wildly out-of-hand. In this depressive state that consumes my worst and best intentions, I’ve found a reality unbeknownst to most. Within this reality I’ve built the belief that this state-of-being is not simply unknown, but subjected to more of a repressed and unacknowledged position in life. The tendency here is to remain aloof and maintain semblances of an unfractured life. But the reality of a depressive state, as I have come to understand it, is that it does not have to be separated out as the antithesis of living, nor does it have to be an experience that is fractured from all others. Depression is a state of being that should be incorporated into existence as it is lived and not as an unwanted gift that screams, just out of reach, from the back of the top shelf of a closet that hardly experiences the rush of fresh air. I tired, just as much as you told me, to move on, to get over it, to simply put this all behind me. But, this is not my nature – this is not my process of living. In order for me to breathe fresh air I must fully experience this depressive state of being both from the outside and from the inside. So, please do not spare me by holding back your thoughts - pierce through the dense fog that surrounds me and I will hatch through the dense jungle that consumes me and we will meet at a point somewhere in-between here and there. What we must figure out now is who stands here and who stands there.

the Opposite of reality is Reality

The capacity to which I possess one value, one virtue, one aspect of life, is fundamentally equal to my ability to recognize, to express, and to take action upon the opposite of that which I believe I possess. The amount of time and energy I put into procrastination and inactivity is fundamentally equal to my ability to take action and complete that which I need and want to do. It is simply the holder's perception of a situation that creates the surrounding reality.

scrambled

the time is here - the time is now - what is this that compels that which dispels energy - facing the reality that transient roots lack water, the succulent organ of harmonious fervor idly elides from the gasping that grasps at the air - do you feel me - can you feel - by you, i mean me, and by me, i mean ..i.

fluttering through filters

a light breeze flows through the air of what is sure to be a fantastic beat to skip to - words formed from the emotional context of journeying through the interior and exterior spaces of reality are not merely words formed from the process of being present in a particular place at a specific time - no - these words live deep within the cities of the interior and reach as far out as one can gaze with imaginative thought – the complexity from which these words are formed is closely rooted in the emotional process of connection and disconnection and framed by the intermingling behaviours of individuals – even when no one else is present, there is still a dance to be danced