Metamorphic stones.A Poem by Veronica StaehleBe electric plasma and create your own galaxy.
Being under resourced
or inadequately prepared doesn't mean you can't do it. The unknown isn't a dead zone. Contrarily, it is treasure trove of fertile synaptic possibilities. Walk cautiously, or blow through insatiably; speed doesn't determine an outcome. It's what you notice/ do. Life offers trillions of opportunities as metabolically as breathing. Occurring similarly- subconsciously and innately. It takes a moment of recognition or attention to draw forward something to react or respond to. Irrelevant of feelings. Experiences are subjective and unreliable: limited to personal conditions and contexts. We wear filtered sight as restrictive glasses. Upholding ritualistic perspectives- our fibers are composed of believed truths sustained by testified evidence. Passively forming how life appears to us; Nothing is real, and everything is real. Paradoxes stunt growth spurts when exacting to understand. There isn't rationality in reality- only the dead or past needs reason. Excluding carbon dating; there are innumerable phenomenons confirming life exists. Who's to say if you're to be a shooting star, black hole, or electric plasma creating an entirely new galaxy. Stimulate your internal magnetism by unleashing all your titillating dreams and desires onto your tangible life. Personify your inner workings externally, and begin composing and expressing with fervor. Splash yourself about! Paint your hearts colors all around. Surround
yourself with what is important and valuable to you. G'head and expand the experience of life made available to you through unfolding your true purpose. © 2018 Veronica StaehleAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 1, 2018 Last Updated on June 1, 2018 AuthorVeronica StaehleNew York, NYAboutPrivate personal writer; creative writing, poetry, and documenting. blog: www.loveronica.com portfolio: www.veronicastaehle.co more..Writing
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