Who in this world is honest with himself and not shying away from his imperfections?
Who is not stumbling to put words in coherence with their thoughts?
Who does not engage with self-loathe and victim mentality?
Who is always effervescent & serene and brings righteousness to the table?
Everyone holds a mind full of bubbling beliefs & unprecedented cravings for validation.
Whoever says it’s a rubbish idea and they dedicate themselves to a mission of humankind guidance is a sugarcoat.
All are human & full of vices; the achievement is to act wise & put their services for hefty prices.
All are blended commodities with shades of white, red & black.
Purity, anger & darkness, so full of pride.
I am no different than anyone else; the only thing that separates me is the vow to be the authentic self.
I am dark & regretful, angry & a riot, pure as true devotion, blended unscrupulously to perfection.
I err consistently & wonder at my minimum credibility; I succeed and then fly on the wings of triumph to a universe of satisfaction.
But, still, the emptiness remains.
Why do more individual colors need to blend with me? To fill in the voids, to guide me on the respectable path, to thwart self-sabotage, or to paint me warm & soft?
I dazzle like a thousand stars surrounded by the shadows of the dark.
