antipunk

Sincerity is like a dream. It comes often and truthful yet unrealistically. I keep it imagined yet it always eludes to be true. It seems a vision is as good as we can do. How can you lie when life is imagined. What have you imagined can you imagine how to imagine, it's the key to happiness.

I choked to death last night and awoke in my bed. I felt caressed and touched afraid to feel my head. I wasn't real but instead collected. Many thought have formed me and when I dream many thought un-form me I become the sea, an ocean of ideas, without direction, cause or voyage. Intensity loses heart, I burst through the surf composed, only to fall back into the ocean lost again. We cannot struggle to be something we are not and expect to survive.

I am the turmoil of awareness and truth. I cannot be with money or without thought. I am free from concern and displeasure. Pursuit is not without life and love is in every object of everything. I cannot seclude and become individual I am all and become desirable. I am you, you and you forever as you are me, them and that. Together forever linked until creation. We reflect directly what it is real and indirectly we create another universe to call our own. We build our homes with thoughts of accomplishment, fear, desire, passion, lust and validation. The truth is everything is love and nothing matters except acceptance. Choose the life but it is valuable. There are no rights and wrongs even in pain and misery. There is only intensity. Believe in free because everything exists this way.

Please listen. See carefully, plan diligently, love anything truly, purely, correctly.