I’m strong enough to laugh at my torment, smile through pain
And even sometimes to sulk in the rain
Even though I was spoiled on paradise, for that short window of time
When summer was a beautiful thing, not a scorching reminder of
A collapsing society and a burning planet
When the clouds looked like “God” ripped up small pieces of cotton
And scattered them across the sky just to remind me I was loved
The stars could see me looking back at them
Because we weren’t so different
It was simple back then
Everyone’s faces, young and old, were still glowing with brand new life
And seemingly, innocence to what was about to happen
The calm before the storm
The hurricane has a purpose, to shake things up so they can settle in different places
It started happening behind the scenes in December of 2012
I didn’t need to meet the mechanical elves, but maybe one day I’ll be worthy
I lived the interconnectivity of my molecules touching space
Being the essence of life instead of a separate form surrounded by it
I knew auras without seeing their colors
Became aware of interdimensional consciousness by living a human experience
Without seeing fractals, I walked the line between the mundane and divine
If medicine teaches truth, then I still wonder if the dreams I had were evidence
That everything is not what it seems, even when logic becomes painfully convincing
So convincing the victimhood of being divided becomes the trip
She taught that me and our counterparts cancelled each other out, neutralized.
That the abuse was created by the mind
And one day you wake up from the Big Dream,
Instead of die.
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