Every day we go through our daily tumult’s. They drive us crazy as we feel manipulated by something we don’t see and possibly never will.
The friction of what we find within the strangeness and cavorting in the space of a day enlightens us and makes us new but there is also the other things.
We find them when we’re trapped in our own mind. Searching for the words, the way, and the exit from our current headspace.
Once we’ve reached or more appropriately, attained, the required ability we forget who we once were, or at least we should.
The trouble with entering a new dream of vision of who we want to be is the leftovers.
Those we’ve left behind in the shadows of the life we once lived.
It’s a strange and ill begotten thing to trivialize such a thing but we must do it in order to reach the necessary plane of existence our mind, and more necessarily, our soul.
These are not the same things and within the world we travel we must learn to absorb and realize our path is treacherous and because of that we must be the person we’ve needed to be, not for anyone but ourselves.