My life is here – it is now.
I believe in it.
Mom, can you hear me?
I can talk – carry on a conversation – listen to you.
Why aren’t you listening to me?
Mom, can you talk to me?
I can hear you talking – see your mouth moving – but
you’re not saying what I want to hear.
Mom, can you reach your arms around me?
Please hug me – I’m a person – a boy – a man.
Mom, can you love me just as I am?
Staying close, rhythms placating all senses, as nighttime positions of being fall upon the essence of lonesome emptiness, unable to comfort any sections of my brain.Searching helplessly for a corner to hide in until all aspects have been taken apart and refigured in new designs.
Watching the world around me being blown in all directions, not caring what is torn asunder by it’s grasp.
Blue water as far as can be seen, rolling gently, softly before me.An ocean’s beauty set poetically before me in nature.
Being entered into blueprints for accessibility when I’m ready to manufacture them in reality.
Waiting to be examined in musical tones tosee how they adapt to notes being writtenright now in changing atmospheres of my mind.Adapting several dimensions to be etched inpathways of images, stranded in the avenuesof sublime integrity.
Enjoying the power of my wit and intellect as it caters to my whims.
