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

a whisper of your voice

A whisper of your voice

In my mind, whisks my thoughts

Away to a time set in no frame

At

All

Memories of the past

Merge with the present

And form a reality of their own

Emerging from the depths

Of my being is a love deeper

Deeper - than physical reality alone

This love expands beyond

Intimacy

Beyond the physical expanse of reality

This love knows boundaries

But blurs them

As it dances

Without concern for

The other side of this emotion

blind action is seen

the amazing aspect underlying a connected reality linked with streaming information is that those who are waiting know their importance as it is set within the framework of the actions put forth by those they are waiting on - let's take action in accordance with our energies, but not forget about those that might be waiting for even the smallest bit of our time

Subcutaneious feelings emerge from breaths of memory

Open waters maybe difficult to navigate and scary at times, but the beautiful shimmer of the nautical lights at night fill the visual space and squeeze out the horizon; even for a moment, mingling the extremities of the world is what beauty does, but just as sure as the sun will rise there will be a moment where the vast plane of voided yet opportune space will present itself. This is the crucial moment where the crew must work together to steer towards the unknown in order to maintain mutuality and encounter the same experience with reciprocal fervor.

I do not know and it does not matter, but maybe you set your sail against the tide for a reason, or maybe the wind simply caught you and charted you away from my arms; a reason, nonetheless, that has pummeled our existence and left us holding onto our own in open waters, reaching for whatever piece of wood that drifts by from the wreckage; grasping onto the life saving memories, I ponder this reality and understand that I will eventually let go, I must let go in order to survive the breath of existence.

I do not believe that people act without thought, but I do believe that people fail at times to think when they act. Something that I am no stranger to and so it seems neither are you. Maybe you were thinking and maybe you were not; it does not matter because what was the present is now the past and we now have to chart our own course from here. I love you. I loved you, but I cannot love myself any longer if I continue loving you the way that I do, the way that I did.

I want you to know this: nothing that has emerged or has yet to come into existence can erase you from my mind or from the pulse that fills me with energy. When we were together, even over the vast planes of our physical existence, you filled the air that inflated my lungs - the air that traveled through my veins in order to energize my body - the air that fueled my thoughts and upon exhaustion was exhaled from my body. Particles of you still fill my airspace and will continue influencing my movements, but with time they will decrease with time. However, no matter the amount, I will cherish the subcutaneous feelings that emerge from sustaining breaths of memory.