The dust settles in my mind

I feel like me but not, That tricky things are attempting to be a way that does not fit. Again there is nothing wrong with the way I was made and formed. This is celebrated by some and shamed by others. The silly parts are there to be enjoyed and kept. Only you know the truth, you are hiding away again and its okay. I have something up my sleeve in order to tempt you. Slowly making your way back out from hiding in the bush. Our childhood memories are whispering in the background and you can hear them ever so softly and they are bringing you back to me. It never has to be mentioned again that you went missing for all these years. you were missing but were always there somehow contradictions follow me round but we know it makes sense in the minds of those that feel. Rocks are crashing wildly against each other and there is a break exactly down the middle. I can hear them whispering ever so softly in the distance, the sounds are pleasing to my bones and I call out to you.

Untitled document Untitled, unnamed, uncaptured Nurturing slowly, Manifesting slowly but surely then all at once. I wake up calm without any thoughts... The glass is in the distance The reflections are good, what am I saying good is such a word like nice Nice means nothing Words mean nothing and everything at the same time I like being outside and the darkness lurks in the distance or rather just under the surface. The darkness and everything is allowed I want it all and everything. Messy, real and everything in between. The leaves... Boredom leads to this, leads to endless possibilities for you and me I can hear you calling my name as I look back at all the things that are yet to cone. Like waves. The water covers my face and my body enjoys this feeling. My body is back attached to my head again, the way most people are not accustomed to living.

There is always something to be revealed. It's hiding just underneath the surface like a flicker in the wind. We always knew that this would come. It has been waiting getting ready to emerge for all these years. We have been planting seeds waiting for the right time to come. My hair is wild and messy blowing in the breeze just how I like. Things have changed, small, big and all the details in between are moving forward in just the way one would hope. If I were to draw it out it would look exactly the way our shadows look. My face has been revealed and stripped bare not in the obvious way but that part of me that a goodbye was said to a long time ago has come back. It is as though it was never missing and you are wondering how it was possible for me to be without it, like pretending your arm was invisible. I feel it, I feel it all the time. In everything I touch and seek. Lurking in the distance and you take another step forward and I don't look back. Circles are everywhere and