Sometimes when I’m alone I feel that higher me, that real me. The being that truly exists, I don’t have gender, or scars, or the cracks a broken heart knows. It’s calming and perfect, like morning dew drops on fairy hands. My eyes see only colors and hearts beating in time to the flow of life. A child-like nature and glass like fingernails, keep me from bursting out of the material me. I don’t need food, and I can only hear everything.

I am great, but the flow of life is greater. Memories of people and souls I don’t know flow into my spine and burst through my mind. But somewhere in the golden landscapes of myself, I fear dying. I know what will happen, but I cling to my human shell pathetically. I want to change this world before I return to the next. Teach others to not fear what is coming next for them and what they can do in this life to make it a better place. I believe my own beliefs and no else’s. Not everyone can be right. I want to hold the hand of a stranger, and take a walk with a child to hear they’re thoughts on life, I want to scream and holler to the sky with everyone watching, I want to tell someone I love them and they know I mean it, I want to touch the sun with my nose, I want to watch the rain from up high, I want to take my life and mold it with my own dry hands.

My higher me wants every soul to feel safe and to touch the immortality of old souls, the planets dance with you. Eat the fruit given you. Be yourself, without holding back. I hide in my human form so I can help the blinded souls who refuse to walk down the emerald dandelions that are the seeds of immortality and knowledge. People ignore that calling and stay in the dark shells they will die in.
I take music from their souls and dip it into understanding and self-soul awareness, and transform their ignorance into wings of glass and thunder, so they can fly with me. Dreams can awaken you, the touch of a unfamiliar person, the smile of your child, the landing of leaves in fall, the decent of a falling star, the man reading the paper’s gaze at you. Let that moment engulf your soul and heart and embrace the knowledge you’re alive. Shoot off fireworks on your birthday, call your dentist and thank him, buy a sandwich for a homeless man, visit a war vet, adopt a pet, do something, anything to make impact on this human life.



If you read all that, congrats you're more patient than I am, and I wrote it.

If you agree with this, pass it on. Not all annoying like, but to someone you think could really need this, maybe if my dad had read this he would still be here. I want to make an impact but I haven't had the strength lately, and needed to get this out.

My love to all, peace.