Moonchild213

Time passes - A year has come and gone, the wind blows hard, and yet here I stand, the same as I ever was. I exist like stale bread and I crumble. I am trapped air, stagnant water - A breeding ground for disease. How I want to change!- But the desire is not enough. So here is my first action, a declaration: I am tired of detrimental habits, and boring routine. I am tired of having an atrophic mind, and an even weaker body. To survive is not enough for my soul, which is evaporating. I must pull the dreams and stardust out from the nightmares and ash. Change isn't just promising, it is necessary. I must do this. I must

I feel my blood stirring. Most often cold, it is burning. My soul is searching for more... Longing to break out of this cage, I yearn. If this creative energy doesn't escape... I burn. I will not self-destruct. An itch that must be scratched, trying to find a medium, to connect to my higher Self - Becoming more aware... An atrophic mind, creative outbursts are rare. I miss that feeling: the tingling of inspiration, falling like soft drops of rain on parched skin. That is true spirituality, and for far too long I've been disconnected from divinity, waiting for transcendence. Creation is my conduit, my connection, to all