Manster or Mon? Part Four

Feeling as if you're stuck as a shambling corpse yearning to go beyond our current situation. The necrotic tissue still clinging to us, asking us not to change. Stay as you are. Don't change. Barks the pieces of flesh, forever stuck in complacency. Life only works if you work it. Stuck in a rut for far too long. We must proverbially "Shit or get off the pot." Do I stay or do I go, now? He must be willing to risk everything for peace of mind. To never try is to damn yourself from reality. Don't ever trade your thoughts for others. Too much do we search for others veiled validations for virtually no reason. If you never have faith and are unwilling to change uncomfortable situations, your movements will be that of the living dead; Slow, stank, decrepit, and driven only by hunger.

Sometimes we must Will ourselves back together to a modicum of normality. Reassembling is relatively simple. It's keeping it together permanently can be the tricky thing. This can take a singular vision and perpetual motivations. As I begin to reform, old connections begin to clear in my minds eye. Splayed up for the entire Universe to gaze upon, back against the ground and staring up into the heavens, thoughts and feelings flooding back into my lonely vessel. Meditation and Prayer, can't hurt. Unless they're spiky. There's blood pumping in me again, traveling to all of my favorite appendenges. I open myself to change and the Will it brings.

Ringing out the last piece of furious frustration he exhibits gutteral confusion. Still lost. Still carefully searching for his next words. Screaming for one last bit of insanity to be vomited onto my consciousness. It feels foreign to me to feel just ok. I know how to exist in crisis. It's when things go well I don't know how to live. Or so it was in the past. They can be different now. I'm fighting for my life again, my resolve has a fire lit behind it. Can't fan the flames. Rotten mindset trying to spread, taking over and igniting the old ways. I must smother the flames of the past to settle back into myself. His scream still echoing in the caverns of one's soul bouncing from darkness to darkness, seemingly getting louder as it continues.

He's still walking around looking like swiss cheese. The light ever so lightly shines through his gaping body holes. Cracks begin to fill with a warm glow of some importance. We must stop fighting ourselves and ascend to enlightenment. Allow ourselves to be open to the will of the universe. When Man commits to something he opens himself to many opportunities, seen and unseen. The light begins to awaken us from a deep slumber that had befallen us long ago, in another life.

Smiling is always a wonderful reaction. One smile can signal the good things to come. It is meant to comfort, disarm, and conjure up pure inner joy. Some are genuine in their laugh, others are a Forced to be reckoned with. Yes, we must chuckle periodically to stay connected to our inner self. Laughing usually follows behind a great smile. They must compliment each other. Man must break free of degradation of mind, body, and spirit. He knows he can now afford to grin. He's no longer just surviving. He generously rejoices and is heard throughout the cosmos.

If an individual looks closely enough, they can usually find the light at the end of the tunnel. This light doesn't always automatically signify death. At times it's a time to come clean with yourself. Shed your old skin and get rid of the extra bits that don't serve you anymore. Sometimes to find the light, you must first walk through the darkness.

*I created this series to express how I sometimes feel in this world. I wanted words to match images, yet left to be interpreted. Art is subjective after all. I just lead you there. Please let me know how you feel about these pieces. Leave comments and show some love. If the series is a big enough hit I'd like to commit to ongoing series of works.

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