This is me.
Who I am.
the top and bottom
back and front.
My
One
Page
Profile.
Me.
I so often hover in the periphery
not wanting to upset the cart,
worrying about the ripples
I risk
creating.
That is to say…
This is what I think…
and
believe
Is
something
I only really do when I am in the mood,
when something
has driven me to say
No!
Callate!
Suffit!
Genug!
That is uncaring
That is not the way you do it.
Smile.
Eye contact.
Laugh.
Make yourself vulnerable
Expose your flank
In an attempt to win-over those less fortunate.
Here I am!
I am just like you.
Come and play,
I have nothing to hide,
my sins,
flaws
errors
and
mistakes
are just as
big
or
small
as yours.
My vulnerability
Is equal
to you.
Squatting naked on the bog.
We are all simians
Great Apes
monkeying around,
glorifying
our self-importance,
Make-believe,
sense of grandiosity.
But, doctor, I tell you, it hurts here, I am worried, might it be?
Here, take this medicine, come back and see me if it isn’t any better.
But, doc, I am seeking reassurance, it is fear.
No, no, off with ye. Do some exercise. Mindfulness.
But…
Ok, here, Prozac will sort you.
The serotonin levels in our society are falling,
failing,
dropping.
How low can they go before
someone
does something?
before,
we seek to consider the cause
the antecedent
the precedent
to the sickness.
My heart is like
an
Upside down flame,
I am crying.
The answer is straightforward,
It is openness
&
Honesty,
Collective
Intelligence &
understanding of the world.
Simples.
How come you can’t see it?
Why is the obvious so obscure to you?
What would you want?
(for you, your mum, dad, son, daughter?)
How will you behave in your moment of vulnerability?
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