Life is funny. I feel Im on to something but the amount of work to make it into something is beyond my naviety. Instead the tasks fall into a design of gaitity and grandiose transmutation. Life is beyond measure..
Something erks in me.. a desire to deliver and yet not the strenght to hold the binds of energy that stand in my hand as i yank they slip. The fake aspects of my life fall away as something true emerges. Beyond belief the stars shine on me and by my resolution into action without the emotional decay of past love that never was and present love that is and isn’t, I find myself in the throws of a river that sinks me under water too often to find enjoyable, and instead panic with a pace that leaves me running out of breath.
Now the stars shake on my seat within the comforts of my own home and the stars re-align to the mistakes i make that end up causing me to be cruicified, with the first mistake being the true love i have her… which has already propelled beyond massive gravity and into a fire that I cannot hold back anymore.
The Scarlet Beast arises. The Scarlet Beast is me.