What A Time To Be Around

I have a way with them, they believe in me and think I am clever. I’m not trying to be cocky at all, although there might be some cocky spirit in my diction. I try, I give an honest effort and this gets me my status. I know things can be different and it is my actions that will put everything together in the moment now. We are not perfect beings, we have rituals that help us keep calm, there are things that can be done to serve the un-perfectness.

I got a feeling someone is watching me, is it healthy to be paranoid?

How far can I see into the future, all in all staying connected to the present? The possessions are so heavy, I must take them with me everywhere I go. I think my definition of happiness needs to be altered because I have not stressed any real meaning to come out of the word. Happiness needs to mean something more to me in my days alive.

 

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Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

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