posted on Oct, 21 2015 @ 08:03 PM
Ummm...board hog here...
The following is the quintessential culmination of self reflection...the cusp...folded inward that tesseract-esque consideration bloom...
Maturation does not sit well within me
Too closely I know it's tangled layers
The twining of moment near and far
Haphazard knotting of emotion
Half formed hope and muted dream
Breaths exhaled in joy
Caress and musk remembrance
All the small learning's coiled helix-like
Drawing from darkness into blinding singularity
A matrix of sense
A curing of essence
A divine attraction toward maturity
These are the ingredients that entertain reflection...a quantifiable set of circumstance that chance laid out like a grey suit...and I...what is worn
all on the inside...