My mind races, my fears are unknown (so it seems) I remember people of similar experiences, van Gogh, Socrates, were they heard? Or was their time and efforts ignored? To pass hope to the coming, to place base on what is unbecoming, I still lack understanding of these things. People move in a range with seemingly impossible direction. Do they do this on impulse? Are they aware of consequences? Is there a chance for reformation of purpose? Are we all aware and in this together?
Are these questions or statements? Who would fear that which is coming without much observance and pure discrimination of thoughts? Gather yourself together and stop sounding unbecoming. Stay let it rain, that which is within is aspiring a change for all. You can’t effect what you lack belief in, it doesn’t happen when convictions are lacking. Spew it out if it doesn’t do you good, it becomes cancerous to the few that lies remaining in there. When it makes sense it’s called organized when it’s far from what they know, it none organized.
Who says what? And who says not? My fears are insurmountable, I can’t overcome, and it is innate, opaque in clarity. These entire still doesn’t come together as one. Its strength doesn’t lie in its division. Thinking hard plus thinking at all, is not the same thing. We fear the unknown yet we must know it. Does it have direction? You ask, will it wear off with time? You suggest, will it bring pain and sorrow? You know. Yet you go ahead because you are convicted to. Don’t fear it, it can’t take you on. You are way ahead of their time. Will they say stop? I bet they will. Do they know these things?
No. I’ll advice when you get there. Call me, it will be only you; alone without understanding. YOU FEEL DESERTED. Do I care? Don’t trust me. Is it in you? I’ll say yes. I only believe in my within and that’s all you’ll get. Fear not. Will you have your doubts? It’s only normal to the weaklings. Its unproductive, it leads nowhere, the end will justify and it’s near. It is only pure belief. If you know, say so and if you don’t, let it go. It will all come back; there’s time. No lack of opportunities. I’m not right; it has nothing to do with me. It only takes things, actions, events and it’s done. I won’t be there. Enough, of what? I can’t hear a thing and then we all go blank again just like it was. It is well.