1/6/2014

I'm not wasting time; I'm biding it.
Taking this time between exhale and inhale,
to be.
To NOT need.
It takes patience,
it allows serenity,
and soon enough I'll be unable to bide any longer.
Air shall rush into my lungs and fill my veins at the rate of a freight train.
In that moment it will all make sense:
the previous emptiness, the paralysis, the longing...
All of it, once clenched like a cocked fist;
Shall be released.
In that moment all despair, all numbness, all fear...
ALL OF IT
shall be transmuted for the fuel for freedom.
For the will to power, to freedom.
For whatever endeavor my reasoning and intuition comes into agreement to pursue.