I woke up thinking damn.
Thank you for my dreams.
Thanks for the buck!
I gotta a little buck when things don't feel right.
When the energy is wrong, I gotta take flight.
And follow my light.
Not the fluorescent.
I'm a living blessing.
A natural high.
An overdue trip.
The sunlight and the garden.
The moonlight and the current.
The attractant and the deterrent.
The teaching and the learning.
With a mission.
And if you mean to or inadvertently try to block my vision then I may have to wish
you peace. And still bless you with memories of me.
I try to live a life where my presence is a blessing.
Even in the past tense.
I woke up in an infinite existence.
And I put my feet on the ground.
By some of the flyest energy.
Sometimes, I baffle me.
Talking to myself.
Advising when to jump back
And when to hop in.
My intuition is truly my best friend.
Imma be me.
No need to pretend.
You wake up when you get tired of living a lie.
Feel your emotions, don't let them feel you.
I'm blessed even in my stress.
I mean to live a life full of love.
I won't take any less.
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Faith Underwood, Curator
Writer. Poet. Lover.
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