I have come to know my place in this world.
A burst in the bubble pooling all minds together,
Serving as a falter in what is heard and seen as imagination.

Resolve: I am who I am, who I wish to be, and who I will be.

My thoughts are as wide and expansive as the vastness of paper without lines.
Blank, clear consciousness interrupted with the trickle of words through the pinhole of self-awareness.
Without misunderstanding.
Without understatements.

Lack of clarity; losing one’s self in sleepless slumbers; forgetting
What’s right and what’s left
Behind the masks they hide
It’s all been done before.

Transience of those who come and those who go.
Who will stay?
Not me, I am not immortal.
Rather, what will stay?
My mind, my thoughts:
What makes me who I am.

Resolve: after all the repetition that comes in a sequence and the loss of all that is known with life and death all that is left is nothing.

The nothingness that my thoughts can fill with its invisible words.
An abundance of my words that can be held but can’t be seen.

Resolve: Belief in the vulnerability of
Contingency.