Time, galaxies, a soul
authenticity, fearlessness,
a scarcity; a need to feel,
to not lead a life untouched.
a life and I so passionately intertwined,
a life of honesty and integrity,
fun and subjectivity,
a life that changes
not one that hides fear behind purity.
a life lived for self and not for the third perspective,
painfully in touch with what’s within,
not carefully shielded from the uncomfortable feeling.
ignorance isn’t bliss because knowing is sorrowful
it’s bliss when action follows awareness.
without that, knowing is painful, it invokes
unending, powerful, distressing shame
a vicious cycle that makes you lose yourself the more you know yourself,
because inaction makes you hide, and a conscious effort is made to become blissfully unaware.
this bliss is false and deep within there is a truth
that is known but chosen to be unacknowledged
how should one move past it?
it’s like being tangled in a prison of your own creation,
to break through the roots that are holding you down, you have to cut through what you think is your own.
so you can’t. And the grip gets tighter. And you stay unhappily aware.