silence of the sheltered self

It is radical to walk alone inside, but we all have our ways we can't deny. What we think is often untrue and yet we want it so, even if we don't know why. One could speculate as to the reasons we are the way we are, but the truth of the matter is we are constantly morphing into a completely new people; both on the inside and on the outside. We form new ways of seeing the world; we evaluate our current positions; we acknowledge our position and reason as to why it is good. If that reasoning begins to form even the slightest of cracks in the utopian life, then the utopian life we no longer have. The one inside will always find a way to creep in the cracks and make rooms for the silence of the sheltered self to form new reasonings and claims to that which must be right. This is done knowing the entire thing is nothing more than a mere shadow of the inner you; a replica; a reflection of the one that walks alone inside. 98.2

good fuel burning

There is no completion in this life. There will always be a need to do more; want more; wish more. This is the fuel of the soul. This is what drives the soul to the next place. If the fuel of the soul is bad; coming from bad things, then the trip will be a relatively short one. If the fuel that drives your soul is good, the ride will be illuminated, decadent, and peaceful while dreams become real in a process more spectacular than you can possibly conjure in even the most remote landscape of your human imagination. The good will always shine brighter in the sky. Those little dots you see way up high are the remnants of good fuel burning. 98.2 LLC

egg on the brain

The ideas come from you. They lie on the inside and fester like an egg on your brain. You know them; most importantly you love them. To love something is to go out of your way. To love something is to walk a mile when you don't feel like it. And to truely love something, no show is required to stablize it. It is something that relies on nothing but a simple smile or gesture; a simple meeting of the eyes in passing; or a slow steady touch with soft, wet kisses all around. Ideas evolve around the good, the bad, and a mix between. The ideas that matter are only known to you. What follows is the first step. Everything after that; the roadblocks, all the stuff that will inevitably come; will find less placement within the same category as the egg on your/our brain.