Things where heard that needed to be heard. Things where said that needed to be said. Here I stood shoes reversed with fate. Shoes reversed saying things I once heard and disbelieved. To be certain I heard them.

I’m not certain I heard them. I don’t want to be. I speak too candourosly about things I can’t be certain. I am to be unhampered. Vanity consumes us all.

Vile to the point of tease. Command is command to whatever ends. Leadership is vision with command forsaking the known in hopes of the greater .

Temporal lobe epilepsy the word binds, it is shuttered, to be seen and unseen and remain in both. Never to be tolerated or misinterpreted. I think this the resurgence of fate.

But subtle cues and clues all point to hard work. I need to enjoy myself before I begin my work. I know it will be consuming and nothing but distractions await but I can bring my self back to the days of school day bells, pen and loose leaf paper.

To be set free, conviction: the sign on Auschwitz read freedom through work.

Connecting the ties that bind. I stood on a driveway dragging my toe through multi-colored oil stained water droplets with no concern to how I connected them so long as I did. No means to and end.

I said I’d make the world fair. What did I mean?

So you got your problem after needing one and it is one requiring someone else. If you continue to be what you are now then you will never be what you need to be. At the same time it is more then it needs to be. But the fact remains in this world it needs to be. By friend by fiend by virtue or vice. I will have it done and done to me. Lest despair turn to perversion. The truth is stranger then fiction.

What truth did I give away and even more disconcerting what fiction?
What is my ability to discern on from another.

The right to repeat the right to retreat all you have to do is turn it on.
The right from wrong there is hearth in discontent.
Speaking and not thinking.
Thinking and not acting .
Acting without thinking.
Shame be damned.
What is worth loosing?

Why always look like the bleeding heart romantic? If there is one thing that plagues you it is visions.
Loose the hair.

I wasn’t sure I could handle it. I now know it’s not up to me.
I do the best I can and let it be.

These are words worth repeating.