The mind is a restless playground, the worst enemy it can become a tyrant or the host of treason.

Understanding where I come from and the need for control, self love and the definition of one’s entire life strives for the ability to ask for the underlying tension that keeps me from discovering who or what I’ll be.

But what if this is all I am?

What if all I can be is limited by the need of this tortured, tired, broken and distracted disillusioned mind. I fear the difference between myself and god.

But what if god is inside me?

The pure woven beauty of the essence of tranquility. The power within me is the power that I choose to seek in every other thing. I find that each moment fleeting is the moment that I find underlying through dreams of blood shot eyes.