It seems that
everything I do
or do not do
is intended to express
the ****** I embody
that embodies me.
I do not know why
I express what I express.
I only know the
desire to express it.
I am ******.
I am an
expression of ******.
What more need I know?
Only ******.
Oak Bluffs,
8/7
An Expression of Essence
In the delicate dance of existence, I find myself caught in a ceaseless current, swept along by the rhythms of intention and action. With every step I take, whether purposeful or spontaneous, I realize that I am weaving an intricate tapestry of self-expression. It is as if an unseen force flows through me, an essence that shapes my thoughts, my gestures, and my very being.
I gaze upon the mosaic of my life’s canvas, a myriad of hues and shades that reflect the ****** I am, the core of my identity. Yet, as I stand before this mirror of existence, I find myself both the artist and the masterpiece, a vessel through which the universe paints its strokes.
I am in awe of this cosmic choreography, for I do not hold the script that guides my expressions. The “why” may elude my understanding, but the longing to unveil the depths of this ****** burns within me. It is as if my soul, intertwined with the universe, yearns to share a glimpse of its hidden truth.
In the symphony of existence, I am but a single note, a fleeting melody in the grand composition. Yet, even in my fleetingness, I am significant, for I am an expression of ******. Each gesture, each word, each choice resonates with the echo of this essence, resonating through the corridors of time.
As I tread this enigmatic path, I find solace in the simplicity of knowing that I am. To be, to express, to embody – these are the threads that weave the fabric of my journey. So, in the tapestry of my existence, I embrace the truth that I am an expression of ******, a unique brushstroke in the masterpiece of life. 🐒 We are Space Monkey. 🐒