Really, all of this is speaking in riddles, hoping that the audience can read between the lines [because sometimes explaining myself seems like too much of a challenge]. Tonight, in my head…there are many stories. Stories of souls' longing for connection. Exhausted from the spinning satisfaction and rejection with openness and confusion with restraint and assumptions. Searching with anticipation, cowering with fear, standing tall and firm and uncertain. Puzzles, questions, myths, standards, challenges, quirks. [Beauty]. Dimensions of thought unexplored; unwanted. Reasons, explanations, feelings, ideologies unkempt in a tidy miniscule calculated box. The desire to fit properly into the box is much less then the calling to continue searching (flow with the beautiful chaos) and to question the validity of the reality created thus far on my journey.



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