I am a rebel of the highest order.
My rebellion has no definition.
For I struggle against ignorance.
Ignorance of the truth.
The truth being that we are all one.
My rebellion brings order.
A chaos that unifies opposites.
Separating fact from fiction.
You are magnificent.
You are separate.
My rebellion is internal.
You are my rebellion.
You hide from yourself.
I taste the waters of life.
I drink deep from my ocean.
You can drink too.
There is plenty for all.
My rebellion is peace.
Peace that has no end.
They advise one to check the political climate when filling out an application to teach abroad.
For some reason this makes me smile. It is good advice, but it bleeds irony.
I breathe it all out. It no longer is necessary to consider. The rooms are all taken with things of circumstance. Letting go makes room for possibilities of beauty. It isn't a flame I need to concern myself with and that is okay. At least I did my part to try.
Everything slows down. The clarity begins to sting when you think about it in a way that you really needed to think about it for so long now. It was never that I needed you. I needed me and lost myself when fear crept in through cracks made by the pain. I reached for you so you could see me and you ran further away and put up walls made of flames you knew I couldn't figure out how to walk through in my weakened state. I made these choices, one after another, to choose the ugliest flame. I knew not what I was doing at the time, but it was my intention only to protect myself and those I loved, the ones that needed me the most.
I decided to choose the pretty flame. I have that power. There are two energies and this is simply how it works. Bad things happen to everyone, but how will you respond to those things? What shape will you choose because you are the one with the power? I am surrounded by angry people. Many are angry, but few are working toward a solution. I hear lots of angry