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Where have I been? I've discovered more collectables than anticipated; now onward with the unpredictable journey. As I capture the moments spent, I find my mind buying thoughts through thrifted windows filled with shoplifted conspiracies regarding mental consumerism. I simply wrote my perspective as presented through aisles of insightful stimulants. Thank You.

📜Cont.

• Day n Night.

• HeartWood.

• Key to Be.

• Paint the Sky.

• Sunlit Beauty.

All written, captured, and edited by me.

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HeartWood.

Often we find ourselves standing busy, appearing to be seen. Physically in spaces where you’re “fit” fueling your existence, yet feeling empty without a core sense of presence. 

Many people aren’t aware of the internal layout that supposedly dictates how and what all you perceive. The ability to actualize yourself as a being, more than what you’re presently experiencing. That reality of life which your alignment is stirred only by you & your highest. 

Then full circle. You find your core gutted.

Stripped of your mere identities, left with the vulnerable vessel. Vastly different from all the wheres you’ve ever existed. Where nothing feeelss the same. You’re present, yet presented with anew dawning. The moment of undefined clarity found within the silence that nobody can take. It matters. Whether or not you remain standing still you matter. 

Fathom the fact that you’re internally reincarnated from versions that no longer serve. The founding savior that freed you to live further and a little more devoted. To fulfill a purpose beyond yourself where the sake of your mere existence is relied upon. You realize you’re actually more grand than you can even fathom. 

Believe. Relieve yourself from being alive by revealing your soul. Not everything in the mundane aligns.. so decide to choose your own life before living another in disguise. 

&& if your emptiness slants your stance.. don’t fix your posture just to stand.. 

be present, you’re still standing.

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Sunlit Beauty.

You glow queen. So soak in the vastness of your beauty to Brightly shine against the shadowing gaze. && Allow yourself that lightness of grace upon the darkness.

You aren’t destined for that cast out of acceptance. 

Embrace the being reflected in flesh. Freeing yourself from the lenses meant to loosen your trust. Giving your soul space to breathe in existence away from those diminishing theories. Thinking of your distinctions as disastrous features. Sinking your complexions into doubtful measures.

Stand up. Store igniting rays of lively language within your mind body soul and spirit. Filling the sense with a belief beyond measure, despite any circumstance. Fully prophesying the most devoted version of becoming. Your greatest presence of time presenting its time of reign. Weighing the odds of rocky remembrance of the buried insecurity. Stricken with the purity of pounding rain that pours rivers of whether. Or nots, that rock the road towards confinement. Confiding in misled spirits created to mistake your flourish. Deplenishing your sanity for the sake of impermanent vanity.. I mean really. The beauty that haunts your cohort of modelesque mommies mimics the morality of idolatry. 

Can we give it up. May we collectively strut to the serve of our sprouting. Blossoming to bloom into this beautiful becoming of a boldness naively known to intensely throw a bud into this miraculous abyss of unprecedented naturalistics of something we call existence. Preceding photosynthesizing organisms that endure manmade destructiveness that kill their only sense of mere presence is one major emphasis of why we must collectively strut. 

To serve the empress of our deserving mothers, earth, women, and sisters. And as a nation we beam the highest frequency of unity and community to nurture the harmony of hidden humanities in buried history like mutiny for greater passions of destiny for grander purpose.

Let’s go on Strike. Sike but promise me that you’ll practice self-love and kindness with compassion intention and grace and remember to appreciate yourself along your 

wisely lovely sprout.

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Paint the Sky.

In a world full of dull..be the color. Nobody dictates the shades that reign in the sky. Stop compromising your mixture for the desire of your favorite color. We all aren’t meant for the same frame. We must embrace the consistency of our own palette. Each color derived from how we perceive our canvas. Aiming to paint the most profound masterpiece, we often cater our artistry. As puppetry to be seen, your art becomes tapestry.

Artistically you find yourself unfamiliar. Aesthetically overly conscious of the amount of dyes used. Forgetfully you neglect that you are the muse.

Aiming to pertain to the masses, you lose your thematics. As we are composed of an infinite we must remain intricate. Vigilant in our internal to dismantle our defilement. We must stay resilient.

As we compose the murals of our souls may we curate museums. Portraying our identity so vividly that everyone could be depicted. "Inner"standing that interpersonal commitment of embracing our unscripted.

Let’s create. The lives we foreseen before reality dictated our fate. Before we were directed to mix predicted shades. I pray we someday discover colors beyond the (manmade) gaze of “mankind".

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Day n Night.

Loathing the whole fathom of throwing up off the Tito’s or wholesomely twerking off three shots of Casamigos with your wildest baddest homegirls who you lovee to kick it with while remembering the plethora of duties and commitments in the morning. Let’s remain focused in the moment of letting loose with your worries in the midst of your weariness and lessons. I pray you take time to reflect during the routine with the arise of your hangover and your hunger for the next move to crank it just another round in the same homegrown traumas and cloudiness of karmic runarounds

that cycle in and out of the clique youre

still rocking with through thick and thin. I can’t wait until you learn to walk again..

..without equilibrium or maybe soar with your ten toes

in the wind away from disingenuous intent you can’t prevent

nor predict from your homegrown kin you thought would never

get you dirty or hand you your heart in

sentimental pieces you’re left to shuffle through

to fossilize the lessons meant to resonate in you.

I pray. That day and night you learn to embrace your uniqueness

despite the eureka driven densities of perception that flood the consciousness

of the masses that we’re often surrounded and forced to party with.

Let’s dance again. Let’s learn to drop it like it’s hot and leave the club steaming in yearning for the next night of sensual sightings of untouchable sirens soo smoothly shining their alluring divineness onto the next captain of arousement. But protected from the silent agreement of respectful restraint taught by an internal compass of appropriate ideality.

So think again. Before touching the fantasy of fabricated nasty narratives that consume your logical mind to compelling actions that corrupt your conscience to disrespect an otherworldly woman.

Baby focus. This is the universe in your hand. Hold taunting complexities within your sexiness and remember to embrace your secret sensuality hidden underneath

allat shackled heavenly curiosity.

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Key to Be.

An ode to breaking freeee! I ought to be more concerned with how life feeeels rather than the compilation of cheap thrillssss. For half of my life I’ve probably given either less of me or only half of me..but never have I felt secure enough to express my entirety.

I’d replay the memoirs of my innocence which locked me, and lowk been contemplating that breakout ever since.

I can no longer succumb to such suicidal senses. I can no longer sacrifice myself for the sake of comfortable densities.

I can no longer search for answers outside of my Highest lenses.

&& I shall no longer leave myself behind just to “keep up with the times”. I cannot.

I wish I had the realization of authenticity before trying to define.

Endlessly killing soooo much of me just by trying to survive. I cannot.

I’m unlocking those psychological locks that daunt my soulful fulfilling

of an ignition I’m rightfully owed && with this key I can become all intended..

For meeee.. free from scarcity, anxiety, fear and judgement..

free from uncertainty, regret, and unfulfillment. I am key.

So cheeeers to creating a space in our time and place

for any and all to be.

Essentially freeee!

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<3 KaniyaD.

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