drenched in internal inquires.
i went looking for the answers
and stumbled upon a meager revelation.
a disruptive and relentless heavy.
memories of hope
the hope for more…the collective not considered or included.
individual dreams for
the respective individual mattered more.
discovery: sore balls. nervous energy⎯ascension.
no mention or detail into feelings or
BEings. [that has and always will matter].
and even though i “…love your colors.”
your “…many different, crazy colors…”
with data in black and white
your story, now
only in black and white
details are minced and lost in a monochrome translation.
searching for the narrative behind your hieroglyphics
understanding: communal property is sacred and never to be dug into
even if oil lies beneath.
truth: insider trading is the sole source to my wealth.
‘concluding.’ – e.badu
armed with a loaded intent…weighted perception.
encouragement⎯lifeline: allowing for reciprocation.
i: breathe. breathe. breathe.
[patience is a trait i am still working on].
sitting amongst solitary hope
for the matters of the individual.
mindful that all matter matters and love
will determine the road i next travel.