Intrinsinity
There are times when I don't feel quite whole. I'm not speaking of longing or aching or voids that may be left within my heart or mind. I am speaking metaphorically and metaphysically.
Sometimes I am ethereal, or rather, I enjoy thinking of myself that way. I am subtle reminder or watchful regard. I'm a transparence that conveys the windowscape; picturesque portraits of every worldly thing.
I want you to feel. Most of all, I want you to feel. I won't -give- you the picture... I will illuminate it. I will filter it through kaliedoscopic glass, transform shapes into visions... and this will be the only purity of who I am.
I am not limitless, even for the grandeur. I am not impeded, despite the vicissitude. I am not whole, but fractioned perception on reality.
I am visceral; just you come and see.
Sometimes I am ethereal, or rather, I enjoy thinking of myself that way. I am subtle reminder or watchful regard. I'm a transparence that conveys the windowscape; picturesque portraits of every worldly thing.
I want you to feel. Most of all, I want you to feel. I won't -give- you the picture... I will illuminate it. I will filter it through kaliedoscopic glass, transform shapes into visions... and this will be the only purity of who I am.
I am not limitless, even for the grandeur. I am not impeded, despite the vicissitude. I am not whole, but fractioned perception on reality.
I am visceral; just you come and see.