Triskelion

A word picture — mind, body, & soul — life, death, & rebirth — A story

I start with obtaining one seed of reality and water it with honesty. Sometimes disappointment uses the waters of fantasy to create something original to see. Occasionally the brush of fiction paints a word picture that attempts to capture more attention. At times I apply the brush of idealism to create a picture of a better world to live in. Where great morality is not a tough act to follow. Sometimes the picture is of desperation that can only use the imagination to see mercy removing the truth that gets stuck in the way. Like the courage that disappears before attaching words to the thoughts. My imagination likes to tell of heartache releasing people only to fall into the arms of solace. Although, the more sincere the picture the more I dislike it once complete. As it is like staring at my own reflection. A guilty association I can only hope to be free from. Like the negativity I pulled out of me, to leave it behind with my uninterested stupidity. I could go on and on about where every picture is from until everyone is gone.

Like picturing the train of possibilities that derailed, and the time wasted being suspicious of mistakes that were not yet made. This picture hangs proudly to remind me the worst part of memories is not creating them. The liberating feeling of breaking the habit of self-hatred. While throwing every disheartening picture on the floor to burn unforgiveness. As a heart full of anguish will grow too hard a surface.

Awareness of accomplishments instigating the suffocation of misjudgments. The picture of me screaming at myself has given me the strength to confess. Things that I do sometimes make no sense. I cannot separate myself from missteps. It is too easy to find myself following illusions blindly and forgetting reality. The torn-out welcome reminds me that everybody is fighting their battles. Tomorrow will never be as relaxing as the dream we must wake from. My picture of empathy fails to remind me to stop taking the behaviour of others so personally. I realize good intentions can push too much and fear with envy can leave one in disregard.

I would like to paint everyone a word picture, of a rhyming separation from the attachment of nobody listening. The hardest part of creating happy memories is letting go of resentments and the lies we tell ourselves. Those lies misdirect the fire that burns behind us. Let it burn the bridge that victimized and forgive yourself for all you have done. Triple Spiral — mind, body, & soul — life, death, & rebirth The mind is the life; the body is the death; the soul is the rebirth.

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