Kayfucius

A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity

#hashtag my life, shorten it to simple sentences, and character limits and finite blocks of shorthanded text. Strip my linguistics from my creatively complex lexicon, equate my inability to comprehend conformity to the mass desire to relate. To someone, to anyone, [to] find their flawed differences mirrored in another being’s abbreviated expression(s) of self. I …

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I want things I can’t have; Things that are more than physical, more than emotional, more than possible. I want things I know I deserve things so easily attainable I’ve convinced myself they’re only future dreams. Dreams that I’ll try to step up to but instead place aside [with] other things I’ll get to dull …

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I still feel like an impostor but… not in that I’m hiding or faking my presence, but in that I have trouble finding a sense of belong wherever I am. Really, moreso in that the need to belong hurts intensely more than the truth of the knowledge that I don’t.   23 March 2019

Our fears only chase us in our dreams… And so we call them nightmares, beasts of the dark that gallop along craggy shores of wasteland with no end… And us, believing we can’t escape, not realizing our captivity lives only in our brilliant minds. Yet still, we run – Chasing the freedom we’re running from. …

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I am poetry. I am curves and swirls letters and words and sentences and action… I am language of both the unspoken and the talk told. I am stories and I am legend. I am writer but also reader, I am traveler and also vehicle. I am fact in all its fable, I am craft …

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But I’m not ready to come down yet – and I’m not ready to launch this next rocket, either… I just need a transitional lift, one that elevates me to the space where I can’t tell up from down, and light feels heavy… Where I’m just meandering and solitude is a friend. Floating peaceably along; …

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I sometimes visualize life as the spaces between raindrops that we often overlook in our haste to get out of the rain. Space is eternal, infinitesimal opportunity in its existence. We forget to realize that storms cleanse our inner lens so that the sunlight in our future shines more brilliantly.   Written 19 January 2019

I don’t search for failings in people, those make themselves evident without prompting… No, what I look for are the hidden attributes that make them unique, humanly imperfect. Flaws are attractive, only in that they refuse to hide themselves from others, and so they force their owners to accept them rather than trying to change …

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