A Prayer For The Living Dead.

It's all a great mystery, but I understand it. How to really survive on a living Planet. Most days I feel just surrounded by emotional enemies. But then I step back and remember they are all me. There really is no they only us times infinity. With this understanding it's not all that bad. I mean what it really means is that everyone is one being, one hive mind. So if I don't like someone, or something I just have to change my mind and that person will change, or disappear from my life. It's strange how many people just disappear. Like you can be just in love with someone's presence. Feel an actual disturbance in your own presence, attempt to change yourself and people disappear. Like they were just a manifestation of the fuck up state of mind you once were in. It is quite fascinating the experiment. This existence. I constantly question why humans behave the way they do. Like why do people feel the need to reinvent themselves? Is it because they fear what they have become? Some of us have become such little fucking emotional monsters. What I have become, this beautiful Madwoman. This chaser of dreams and creator of worlds. I love it. It's what I came here for. I am very interested to see what other elements I can consciously control. I really feel I have become more powerful. Within myself and on the globe. How much can I control? What is really outside my scope of power? What if nothing was, what would I do with such an understanding. Become a Hermit, a Dancing Madman. Or just this, a woman with the ability to see. I kind of want to touch everything. But I am afraid of that desire. Like what will I see? Will this world overwhelm me? But then I think that is what we are here for. We live, we get overwhelmed, and eventually this Planet extinguishes us. To become what? More of this, Star Stuff. I can feel it all within my heart. It feels big and yet so small and delicate. Like we all are. It's a lonely Planet within a Lonely Universe, surrounded by endless possibility. So much is within my grasp I often close my eyes because the weight of it hurts. I've made it this far, dragging my optimism. Really loving and understanding love is a gift. Most use and manipulate until they are exhausted. What if we all just loved and reflected love? No wonder the world is full of tired angry people. Hate must be fucking exhausting. It's the end of the world as we know it. But how could we ever know it. So many don't want to go on. What a time to be alive as the population prays for a quick death. I pray for a long conversation with my own death. My familiar friend who offers me guidance through the darkness. And keeps me separated from the mad dogs of this existence. Good bye to the ones who have become something else. Hello to the beauty that only comes from within.... I am Josalisa and this is part of my Riot.