yo/tu will

song: breathe me (mylo remix)- sia
state: clarity

In multiplied moments

I know you think less of me and I less of you.

Minutes where

I know that you can't see me (divinity) nor I you.

I know with your expressions, you tire of me,

oh baby, mine tire of you.

And in this theme,

I know you dream of other states of being, because i day dream of those other possibilites too.

I'm laying alone in a queen size bed in the heat of day naked

thinking to dance, or paint, or write, or just leave (plane ticket and all) and I'm free just to lay in bed and dream. Not tied to anything.

I've got my pack on my back and there's no one to know which way I'm going or when I'll be back, no one to compare stories with, just me the sky and my breath. Trusting my way 100%.

I'm searching for God, and with all my energy devoting myself to a personal cause, a vision that with enough concentrated passion will yeild favorable result. Expanding.

No, not caught up in care, that dwelling anxiety. No one to question me, or ask of me- anything. No need to impress, cuz if I'm doing what I want I'm at my best. Oh doing your own thing- is that the epitome of dream?

Then reality strikes-of my own juvenility. I back up to take in the edges and wonder how I've over looked your beauty, even momentarily. To dilute it's worth in my ego-feeding pursuits. My feelings truly pushed away inorder to to fantasize about our divide. Surely a solo mission would be the easier ride. But at the thought I'm at a loss, altogether lost, knowing that I'd be falling captive to a lesser self, who frequently calls. A comfortable rut, often used. Barried at moments, but here still, is our mutal ideal, which has fluttered and reveiled itself with the probability of being real. Working to actualize us, I pledge I will.