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Write something, anything, outside the box, something unwritten original and totally you. Poem, story, sentence, anything stretching the “normal writing” limits. Totally new, totally you! (That last sentence was tacky sorry)
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Totally “Me...?”

Write something! Anything! Totally new! Totally you!

As I sit quietly, thinking loudly to myself...

Who the hell am I?

I wipe the pixie dust off my keyboard

And begin to type.

"Title...Okay let's see here..."

I ask my self what I should say.

Oh, I got it. This is perfect.

I'm going to repeat what they said,

And then share my thought process.

As I think now about this writing piece,

I lose myself in a stream of thoughts.

Is there any way I can type while lying down

That will alleviate the pain upon my shoulders?

And why exactly, does this pain,

The weight of the world,

Weigh so heavily

Upon the shoulders of a 19 year old girl

Just trying to get by?

Trying to get by, flying so high.

Hot air balloon leaving the facilities of Ayahuasca,

Mushrooms calling me to come and talk to her.

Mother Earth, that is.

Thinking, blinking.

Eyes so wide

As I watch the projected movie screen that is the reality I create

From the internal world within.

Each Human's reality, so different.

Each moment we experience, we are just meeting ourselves.

We only see from our perspective, two souls

One moment,

Being percieved differently by both.

Infinite worlds, 3, including me...

Where the hell am I?

Heaven? Perhaps...

If hell is the thinking mind, the worry bug that screeches too loud

Casting a shadow of noise over the beautiful chirping of a

Bees yelling at one another...

A bird...

Casting a shadow over the chirping of a bird.

A whole symphony, Divinely orchestrated,

For our ears to hear the cries

Of our ancestors,

Begging and pleading,

For us to open our eyes.

For us to see the dangers

Of our selfish actions taking sharp turns.

It is time now to open the curtain

Reveal the Truth,

Through old ways of being,

Holes, these words shall burn.

Bringing past muck into the futures gold.

As a lotus flower blooms in the midst of messy mud,

So too,

Shall we,

Grow wings and fly

Just a little bit Higher.

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