today

Perpetual motion.
Cyclical ponderings.
Ideologies of truth.
Wanton desires.
Aerobic nuances.
Brandishing love against the hate everywhere.
It is my weapon of choice.
The armor of truth. And the sword of rightousness.
Do I feel it every second…
Psht no fucking way.
My only hope is in the middle of my humanness I leak truth and love…and utter peace and safety.
The story inside my head wants…no, begs to be said…
It follows me to sleep and gently wakes me in the morning.
Collecting the tapestry’s of my mind to swallow the normalcy, I strive toward the goal…
Finding the wholeness of the story beckons me when I sit silently.