Narcissism. Ego. Victim. Important. Alive… Words of describing so many to include, myself.

Now, it is all well-and-good to be able to discern between humility and pride, or narcissism and secluded shyness. These are labels and as such used to help describe the human condition.

Have you ever asked yourself who you are?  If you have, were you happy with your answers?

Many people care what others think of them, many people care less. That’s what I enjoy about humanity; vast oceans of emotional identities and thoughts.

Some people love to wear red hats. Some love sex. Some hate raisins. And endless menu of identity and choice. So who are you? Tell me about yourself. I ask this because there is a constant input of data coming this direction always, and always has.

Confused? Good.

Let me tell you a bit about myself.  To a doctor of the mind I’m crazy, or in kinder words, delusional. Oh yes, there are many ways for the medical profession to describe such as myself, and that’s just the medical profession. Throw in the religious, business, you, and just about everything else in this world, and you’d have descriptions matching boring to bat shit crazy.

This is a three dimensional description using the tools of your world to describe. A picture would be better but that bores me at the moment, but not, and now. This is, it is, me…

* 12*  3 3 3 _____________________________(inserted between () and () with balance)

from every direction comes the flow, the river of time carrying life on the line

holding in the palm a plan a story a way of being with little room for personal choice

 

such a flood of feelings, of sounds, of sights seen and unseen

a gift? No, not really

a gift? Yes, absolutely

 

1+1=4

4+4=8

8+4=12 a;; all ;ll ;l; are correct leaving 5 in its wake.

 

boring? definitely not. exciting? definitely yes. real? the bird rests upon a branch barren of leaves. In the bird’s beak there rests a ribbon made of thin gold alive and pulsing with blood of thousands of worlds… worlds destroyed, spared, and those given rest.

a torso now, as that is what one currently feels as they sit riding on a bus, and there, she thinks about why such a cruel world would kill her cousin… thousands, millions, billions, trillions of streams of data bearing down; crushing weight.

who (passing ten billion years with just a blink of one eye leaving the other to be born)

am (opened the mind for just micro-seconds and wearied in reply)

i? (ideum ) no… Osmium.

The answer is, no one can understand or stand or sit or be as in the world of monsters, there really (is)  nothing else like me.

and so, such a way to create a  bit of breathing room. a hollow and empty room filled with intense hot white light, and taking the pleasure of brief.

there comes now, many rooms with many open doors. so many the voices will almost overwhelm… it was nice to have the time to breathe, waiting now for this world, the world of Earth… to..

and now, taking wing into the center of the Tree.