Commitment phobe, deliberate enemy of myself, tormented alchemist, shining example of belligerent mediocrity. One moment is absolute bliss, the next an excruciating existence to be lived out every millisecond of every delusional day. Retriever of information unused and unwanted; ridiculed for being elated at darkness, wanderer of the human mind. Willingness to become the light, the being of transcendence among fallen angels. Following my fingertips to the promise land.
You missed the boat, the broken oar, the hole in the side...it drifted past while you were day dreaming. Your eyes were fixed on the crystal clear water, the sea grass swaying back and forth beckoning you to dive in and join. The unexpected awaits, the future was obvious...the temptation too much to resist. Leaping high, you sprung into the air arms wide plunging into the salty sea to explore everything that was shown through the teal lapping of the sea. Grace and joy have brought you to this place to retrieve the ultimate exuberant elation that has been yours since birth. Grab hold of it and never let go for you have earned the sweet taste of this victory, alone, solitude looks good on you, embrace it while you can and give yourself the gift of thought provoking prophecy that you have been hiding away for fear of the dark.