Kayfucius

How’s life?

I don’t really know, I –

Can I get back to you on that?

I’ve been writing about it in my mind

of what it is, what it could be, what it has been

and there are vast imbalances

between its scales.

But this story isn’t done yet

so I just keep writing it.

I’m not chasing reality, I promise…

I’m just –

manifesting the consciousness

I’ve awakened into;

And oftentimes I enlist the assisted awareness

of imagination, intuition

The Divine, Higher Self, Spirit.

My angels whisper to me in dreams – those byproducts of the superconscious –

telling me to share my story

with the world.

I keep trying

but it ain’t done yet,

is my excuse.

I’ve suddenly realized

I am my own narrative;

Refinement isn’t necessary here,

only truth –

Raw, unclarified, unfiltered, authentic honesty.

And honestly, I’m not perfect, I may never be.

So this is me, maybe,

I haven’t completely found myself yet

but there’s still time – there’s always time.

I’ll just keep writing until this all makes sense,

and in the meantime, I can only hope (but not really care)

that you’re as cool with me

as I am.

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