My Bruised Prayers are Healing

“No one man should have all that power”. - Kanye West

I don’t think the greats should die; (ever). In the end God always gets what he wants and as a serving vessel I just oblige. Who am I to question God? I am everything to trust his path! Expressing my pain is healing my bruised prayers. Living in the meanwhile is unlocking all the keys I thought were long lost. When all the answers are sitting right in front of you it’s easy to overlook them. Stop controlling everything and trying to embody it all at once. God is infinite and the message will translate to the people that are ready to receive you. Watch how amazing life becomes when you flow freely and just let it all go. Most of the things I’m holding on to don’t even belong to me. Expression is a purge, you cried at first but now it’s time to scream it away.

Enamored with the blessing that is introspection. I am blessed with the time to study and indulge in myself. Who am I to anybody if I am no one to myself? Unknowing and ignorant of my own self concept. I could absorb the energy of the world around me and regurgitate mundane aesthetics and call it original I suppose. I could morph myself; chameleon into all forms but, then I would be anybody to myself. Unoriginal and illiterate to my intended image. How disappointing to be anything other than me simply for myself. You are only raw when you are yourself.