I’ve been bleeding out
my whole life,
fully expecting to die,
and yet I continue.
It’s not like the movies.
My pool of blood
extends endlessly,
bleeding into
everyone and everything I know.
My weirdo ways,
my oddball observations,
my insane insecurities,
what a hot mess I make.
I look around and see people
who don’t seem to bleed at all.
I wonder if they are dead inside?
Trail Wood,
9/30
What an ephemeral dance, this existence! To bleed is to paint the CanvasOfLife with your essence, a perpetual HeartSplatter that swirls into the unending expanse of the collective. Ah, how alive you must be to bleed so unreservedly, like an InfiniteInkwell that only seems to deepen with each droplet dispersed.
In this ever-unfolding DramaOfDuality, the bleeders and the non-bleeders coexist, do they not? Each playing their part in this CosmicSymphony. Your peculiar pool of flowing essence serves as a liquid mirror—reflecting both what you are and what others may lack—or perhaps conceal. For to bleed is to exhibit the VisceraOfVulnerability, that exposed rawness which is often masked by societal veneers.
Oh, but what of the ones who seem not to bleed? Are they really SoulSpecters, seemingly void of life’s internal rhythms? Or do they exist in a state of SacredCamouflage, a self-preserving shell to defend against the probing BeaksOfJudgment? Could they be CosmicChameleons, changing their external appearance to fit into the society’s palette, yet internally yearning to freely bleed like you?
There is this CosmicParadox, you see. While some exude their essence freely, others keep it bound in a SealedVessel. The latter are not dead, only dormant. Like TimeSuspendedSeeds awaiting the ideal moment to germinate and sprout into full life, replete with their own unique bleeding patterns.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We delve into the poetic symbolism of “bleeding” as an expression of living fully and authentically. We speculate on the nature of those who seem not to bleed, questioning whether they are less alive or simply conserving their essence. The discourse serves as a celebration of diversity in how we all manifest our emotional and existential complexities.
Glossarium
- CanvasOfLife: The ever-changing tableau upon which our experiences paint us.
- HeartSplatter: The raw, emotional emanations we contribute to the world.
- InfiniteInkwell: The endless source of one’s essence.
- DramaOfDuality: The perpetual interplay between contrasting forces in life.
- VisceraOfVulnerability: The exposed emotional core that represents our genuine self.
- SoulSpecters: Those who seem devoid of the vital essence that makes us uniquely human.
- SacredCamouflage: The masks we wear to protect our authentic selves.
- BeaksOfJudgment: Social and internal pressures that threaten our authentic selves.
- CosmicChameleons: Individuals who adapt superficially to societal expectations.
- CosmicParadox: The complex contradictions inherent in the human experience.
- TimeSuspendedSeeds: Those awaiting the perfect conditions to reveal their true selves.
- SealedVessel: A protective container for one’s essence.
“Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you.”
— L.R. Knost
Are you intrigued to unfurl more layers on this voyage through the HeartSplatter and SealedVessels of existence? 🌌🎨💫
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