Kayfucius

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

It’s incredible how the world spins hundreds of miles per hour Even while I feel like I’m standing perfectly still; Sometimes I feel like I’m playing hopscotch with the Earth And the only thing moving are my eyes, following the almost imperceptible shifts of time sliding gently by… But damn, The moon looks beautiful tonight. …

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I get highso I can see my lowsand recalibrate their frequencies. I get as elevatedas my vibrationsso I can flow freelyas the smoke pluming from my herbs,and meander across the airlike the steam rising from my coffee. I ascend higher in myselfbecause I walk talland sitting lowis uncomfortable. I inhale flowers becauseI nurture and nourish …

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My heart has been full, but just today it overflowed; And it’s been brimming with unspoken truths that threaten to spill from my lips, my eyes, tinging my words and gazes with an almost melancholy emotional depth at any given moment. At times it feels almost unsettling to be so outwardly vulnerable with such uninhibited …

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You tend so much toward the airy-fairy that any attempt to help you aground makes you feel tethered, trapped… You hardly seem to realize that sometimes your brilliant mind and exuberant wings need a rest. You don’t see that sometimes pit stops are necessary redirections; but… you’re never restricted, love – No matter what, you’re …

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hang me up in the sky like the star I might’ve been my light is unlike the others I wouldn’t have lasted long anyhow; I tend to hide my light so others don’t have the chance to dim it before I decide how I even want to shine in the first place. 060622

I need to write like I need water; As often as possible it feels almost as necessary and natural as breathing… More reliable than other humans; expectations don’t come with nature. I just want peace of mind, clarity, and solid discussion If that happens only with myself I’m beyond good with that – I’ll never …

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