Perspectives’ Prism…

Perspectives' PrismA vast plethora of varying variables…
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     Mine…
              Yours…
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Arbitrary perceptual perspective…
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     When your perceptions become the subconscious mechanism of your every reaction…
     In which you presuppose what a situation or thing, a reaction, will be before you are in the moment of happening.
     You are then bringing the future to the present, not the true future, only your perspective of what it will be… before it can be anything. This moment when observed in its raw, open, transparent state, using all of your senses…  is malleable.
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     Two distinct perspectives. Which holds truth? Or is it merely a compromise between us both? Who argues the loudest, reacts violently…in words, action, or deed? Is that the one who holds the truth?
     In the simple action of allowing one beat of a breath before accepting or rejecting this moment as it is, without your assignation of your past biases…filtering what it could be, with what you assume it to be….masking the true moment.
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Life then, becomes Perspectives’ prism…
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If you would like me to read this to you…
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    Christina

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Nevermore…

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Each night infused with insomnolence…

Fragmented Illusory images…

Each morning brings melancholic musings…

Daily demands dilute daydreams…

Rumination of life…

Daze of days…

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Haunted memories…

Beckoning me to remembrance…

In between the now…the then…the what may come…

Back and forth…

Here and gone…

Secretly disillusioned…

Transient thoughts…

Resolute promises disappear through the ethereal wish of a dream…

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Melancholy whispers…

Etching invisible scars…

Never ceasing…

Nevermore…

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 ΅〜 ೋღ  Christina ~  ೋღ 〜΅

Of Moonlight or Madness?

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Night descends…
Thoughts roam….
Scattered….
Tossed about in Life’s dream of reality….
Or is reality the dream of Life?
Every one rushes, busy, manic, no time to stop….
To breathe…rest….rejuvenate….

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Serenity waits enduringly to be found…
Held….Cherished….

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Of Moonlight or Madness?
Moonlight evocative of Serenity’s peace…
Life’s hurried pace indicative of Madness….
Striving hard…
Working diligently…
To what gain?

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Shall we rest in the Moonlight…
Or be enveloped by Madness?

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Epiphany…

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I see how different words are bestowed with a sublime radiance of varying hues of color…
Emotional gradation…

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I observe my palette of words very carefully…
One mustn’t rush…

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Slowly I begin to paint…first one then another…
I step back and look at the revealing of this new painting…
This creation of words blending into something wondrous…
Something hitherto unknown…
Time passes…

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I look again…
I close my eyes…

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I feel the tumultuous gathering…
The machinations of my senses coalescing into words…

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Their birth a beautiful rendition of everything combining at once…
As if time has no meaning here…
Past, present, future collide into my Phantasmagoric Dreamscape…
Joining…rejoining…connecting…
Locking together as though they already know how they are to combine…
As if they each have their own purpose, thought, desire…
To be seen, read, understood…

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Epiphany…
Am I their painter…
Or are they mine?

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Undone…

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Procession of emotions…

Steady succession of thoughts, so rapid they are unfathomable…

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My mind begs surrender to illusion of peace.

Longing for tranquillity of thought creating serenity in my soul.

Momentary glimpses of how the scattered pieces will join together.

One by one a blurry picture of future is forged.

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The quest for answers takes me down the path of distraction…

Unexpected knowledge…

New pieces always adding to the potpourri of thought…

Mirage of the new world.

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Conflicted confusion invades serenity…

Discovered distraction surrounds me…where does it dwell?

More illusion or just a dream within a dream?

Did I unknowingly discover these new pieces?

Adding to the journey of solution…

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I close my eyes and ponder…

Trying to find answers…

They are not forthcoming…

Purposely hidden from me…

Faux reality…

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Surreal scenarios leave me aching for illumination…

Conflicted distraction my new companion.

The very lens through which I see myself.

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Tonight…

I am undone…

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