lmao. ok… this was just a quick 5 minute, or so, ramble that i tried to just let go without much thinking.
no edits. as much as i want to go back and read what i wrote, i won’t. lol. i’m posting.
listening to John Coltrane’s “Acknowledgement”, A Love Supreme.
now, keep in mind that i’m an artist!
and i’m sensitive about my shit
~ Erykah Badu
not knowing
sometimes
well, it’s the scariest part
knowing what you know
which is
nothing
you know that it makes sense
but you can’t prove it
it moves you and
through you and you know that it
consumes you
but you know
not why
but you fly
with this knowledge and feeling that you have
being able laugh in the face of adversity
and
scoff at troublesome woes
going
blow for blow with
negativity and
lifting self free of
superfluous beings attempting to
dwell in our realms…
knowing what i know
which is the infinite
equivalent
to nothing
be sure that you know
if anyone tells you they know the truth
more often than not
they’re bluffing
