Discourse

At times, negotiate small.

At times, negotiate big.

Everything in life is negotiation.

What about me and you?

Look up more.

Look down more. We look too much in the middle.

In order to connect, we must disconnect.

From your space to mine, to ours.

Acceptance.

What do we glue our eyes to?

We are all just in state of minds,

capturing one state to another.

Nothing is permanent.

I can hear the screws tightening in my head,

as I see someone that has pursued absolution and depth,

like a screw being tightened to its maximum.

Convergence!

Things must be real, sad and happy at the same time,

an eloquent balance of both.

To truly be good at your craft, you must learn to be a manipulator.

Know your own rhythm, know others' rhythm

and make a play.

Limitless, as we navigate the seas of life.

How do we converge?

Where is the meeting point between us all and one another?

A handshake?

A fist to the face?

An awkward eye contact.

Such exchanges of information.

Wildest of energies.

What comes first the chicken or the egg?

No, does life end with smoothness or roughness.

Nothing begins smooth.

I want to be a connector.

I want to help release.

Oxygen, peace, surrender.