I sit here.
In contempt of my Self.
Drowning in this awkward awakening.
Clarity of consciousness abound.
The sounds inspire yet provoke angst.
These visions confound me.
And I’m aware, so many honorable men, have come before me.
Starring down this infinite beast.
How many though, have had the strength of heart to prevail?
These costs, the tax of this proposed ‘enlightenment’.
Constantly changing.
Evolving this reality.
To speak of this truth.
The words, branded within my head.
How to explain, what can only be experienced.
Walking into sure fire at every turn, it appears.
Tearing down these walls.
Facing these truths.
Fighting my fears.
Desperate still, to become…