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מציג פוסטים מתאריך ספטמבר, 2014

truth vessels

patience is not my art, words are.
sometimes I cry so hard I open up a vessel to up above, and through it blood flows and though it travels out, what lands beneath is words. and patience is not my art!, my dear!, patience is my cataracts, it forces me into the dark.
see, I need light and clarity to speak, I need veins that flow and vessels that carry messages I don't even know until they've landed safely on the ground, I need truth that does not think twice 'fore it troubles itself with words because they are clear and they are vibrant and they need no reconsidering. they just flow, they know their pattern, they know the way to go, patience, then, is not one for me.
I do not toss and turn them over for a clearer understanding, no, that will only make them know themselves less, and when one knows less of herself she is less herself she is lost in darkness from cataracts and blindness she is reconsidering, twisting and turning, she is double-thinking what came before and wh…