Itch – writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means)

Cursed Belonging

Cursed be the memory that led me to you – it was an illusion

A trick of the mind which entered me like a toxic pollution

The pollinated air and well-trained disguise guided me by making me adaptive

Those allergies produced a cough and itch that’s prisoned me captive

How could I ever resist that infallible rose

A token of blossom laced with the protection of the thorns which are clothes

I’m cut by the tender clinch

Reminded yet again that everything we hold requires us not to flinch

A forged experience completely entwined by a complex tribe

If we only listened to the call of the shadows – Would this still be a bribe?

Now, I’m like a ghost wishing to belong to a world opposite of the dream

Steady longing for those sketches of empty frames which scream

Envisioning to be filled yet again with color and personality

The curse of belonging is a memory from the heart of commonality but not factuality

A lot of shi(f)t is happening right now. In real life – everything is manifesting by the sensation upon my frames. Not long ago it felt like nothing was really coming full circle. I’ve been paying attention to the things that distract me. I’m learning a great deal about what leads me in their direction. Everything is intent but at the same time – some things really lead you into distant directions. You are not always aware of what causes sudden changes. Until you study the decoys and undercover agents. Some activities are a pure habit to our person. The Scratch is the fulfillment of the noisy itch.

Are you scratching yet? 😀

Dragons never demand the fire to come out of them – it just does out of natural design. We are constantly being fed in multiple directions the distraction of food. We have different fits of hunger and some of them we love to binge on. We are social beings filled with interaction with common and even alien species. It’s not uncommon to at sometimes – to desire sugar more than water. Once addiction interferes with other qualities of life – then there is a fault to blame. Nevertheless, we are constantly responding to multiple levels of sound. These are DISTRACTIONS. Once attention has regained proper pairing with SOURCE AND RESPONSIBILITY – It’s sometimes overwhelming – we are more distracted in other realms alien to our own.

At all times, though, things happen around us – everything is connected and joined to some kind of future manifestation. There is simply no shame. Everything is happening and that’s a good thing. Even when it seems bad. The world at large is feeling a sensation – a change that we all know it directly linked to entropy. Listen to the state of politics. The state of lives being dismissed in the name of the foolish protocol. The music invites us to the next.

Now, I can see what’s really going on. I’m now fully aware of my present moment. Nothing is at war. I’m at peace with the now and current. Amen.

*(f) // Function or in other words – the kind of activity that is designed in order cause you to stop in your track. A noticeable movement of plates that emerge when felt. Also ‘Feeling’ If you scratched at all during the reading of this post – you have experienced The Itch. The sensation beyond that causes us to act to relieve. Itching and scratching // feeling and functioning out of irritation.

No matter how the irritation comes – to solve this itch one must heal the source. Engaging with clarity and sensation.