Everywhere But Here
The damnation of passion
Leads to the calamity of my Vision &
Hinders me of my boon.
A corrupt monsoon blows away my courage into believing i am unworthy
To leave my room.
Darkness congregates into my mind
As locus do
When its time to multiply.
Slowing the process of my revive
Tick. Tick. Tick
The light begins to flicker.
Then i choose to stand
I stumble to the bed
Leading me to a book i once read.
It was Titled; "Destruction leads to Creation if you manifest it to be".
As the mind proccessed those words
The Fog lifted from my eyes
Then i could see.
Paradise was right in front of me
Sitting still as a ..1500 hundred year old tree.
The Present Moment is Where We all Should Be, if you desire to feel reality