Flow

  The day comes upon me.  There is nothing to fear except fear itself.  But where does fear come from.  I can feel the pulse, the steady stream of the music, flowing into my mind, into my soul.  I can even feel it healing my body as I type this.  Happiness, rage, sadness and love.  These feelings all exist simultaneously within me.  What am I?  Am I truely a Guardian Angel?  Maybe if I changed my name to George Baily, I’d find out what would have been if I had not been alive.  But life can be sweet, even I, full of bitter sarcasm know that one fact.  There are places in our lives where we are loved by the sun.  My thoughts move like items on an assembly line, neverending.  The images in my head are smooth as silk, flowing like clear water.  There is a pulse, a beat that these images flow to.  What is this existance that we all live in.  Is it just a glitch in the matrix?  I feel alright as I sit here, glad at the point in my life.  There are many difficulties around me, but I move from day to day, slowly fixing like a patient carpenter on a huge project.  This is the flow within me, this is the place in existance where I reside.  I can feel like, coming in waves over my aura.  It is like the sunlight and the rain.  I feel the words flow from my mind, to my fingers, to the screen in front of me.  I am strong, I’ve always been strong.  Nothing that has come before, nothing that is now, and nothing that will be, will ever best me.  I am invincible to the pressures and twists of Fate and time.  I will not shy away, I will move forward without fear.  I may feel frustration, sadness, or even lonliness at times, but I will not back down, I will move with the flow that guides me.  It makes me stronger, better.  It is all that I need to keep living life, no matter what is thrown in front of me.  Good day to all.

Damien