Anchors are not enough

The people who care for you the most can hoist you to such heights in an operative instance, with that collective will they can obliterate you without a second of hesitation, forethought, with ease like the turn of a page or causal flip of a coin, the erasure of illustration. People can be vastitudes of potential, like the ocean has ripples, tides, waves, sediment and capacity. A person can apply care and compassion, empathy to another; alas no person can form or deform another person to compel them open. All one can do is be still in an allowance of simplicity and silence, perched still in the midst the interval; waiting to work, be pliable with that ensuing openness, volume and capacity when it occurs.  I am able to attest to lack of understanding and construction of clarity, estimate that no level of fully practiced human being understands me, as I do not understand myself, yet I do know I cannot be someone I am not.  I often feel and think in an esoteric language that coincides with a thinking that cannot be defined, only felt. Each of us contain hefty anchors, in thought, emotional gags, the weight of the anchor, the ambiguity and ability to break the surface tension of water will be the precedent in the trails and endurance of a choice to sink or swim. We are all momentary.

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At the end of the day, your ability to connect. Two radtastic people, with epic life forces. – Brilliant.

The recesses on the hinges of my mind traveled today. Seedy back and forth in discussion for a trade agreement. A tidal wave water colour obliteration loop the feedback. Felt an equivalent to the changes and channels of an afflicted animation. Cinematic thrashing, eye provoking, life distorting. An entire new liquid lyricism sepia city, jeering like an ethics steering committee.
A mini mayhem biosphere circumventing conflict, adaption to prospect the unearthing of a nugget golden, the perspective of and association of reality.

Art is the restoration of chaos and order, discussion of defenestration, dissolution with strike of hunger/ satisfaction, bombs of improve striking semblance of Truth in galleries of the gnarled woods and ripples. Today experienced trekked improvising beings into a bemoaning tissue silo- comprising foot holds esoteric, myopic, reduction, intrinsic haze of experience, thrice travellers all guilty of adventure, challenge and revolution. Adventure is the unexpected, collection of the exploration, bouquet of time, not the stamps in the passport, rips and cloaks of time, or  the heavy boots. Slow motion of gravity, appreciation of presence, tense, person-hood, Travel and exchange adventure and elongate the time waves, while navigating the discord and deadlines of the debating brainwaves. These traversing days, travellers choice recognize, catapult and empathize understood betwixt Russian roulette impart polished days. Sediment falling, impart meaning, quality, new tranquility, open captions and lungs to breathe and approach of triple distilled eyes, the self and ubiquitous solitude siphon real to life.

You are you, I am myself, we may have visited thirty countries, it’s exhausting, you lifted a veil and weighted a balancing point, everyone requires tethers, especially when everything is abstracted and connected. A person is lucky to find a single person who understands perceptions, to find two people in synchronicity and fluidity…. astonishing. I guess it never hurts to acknowledge that, even when you think you’re outnumbered by the dead, by believing in nouns that break easy, like people, because they perish, some good people like yourselves… do exist. Ha. Like a good book, read twice. I’ll have to remember to capitalize on the alchemy of language and Thank you.