Days like these

Small glitch in the matrix

Days like these are what makes my faith and beliefs grow fonder of everything I’ve ever learned. Mental muscle takes courage, tears, fears, praising, resting, restlessness, every human emotion is needed for change. It’s lonely sometimes , I’m my only best friend, then there’s that invisible realm where others might call it delusional and not real but in my heart it’s what has kept me going in my life to see and experience things like all small children do who are in amazement through imagination,  rhythm,  and play.

Locked pit outside

You are being to visible they can label you delusional, your inputs will trap you into pits. . . Your truth speaking gifts can create locked intelligence. Control yourself in public before they chain you into entrapments. Blend in seem discouraged, as the ages of hidden powers can no longer be put away, you must harness become like the wind. Flow with ease and comfort while they want you to crumble. Pieces of material they steal , your delusions will soon become fancy like films. Abilities you carry like open weapons concealed. No one wants to hear the barricaded negative beams of forces they burst on to your life. No one wants you to speak , or tell. Turning those you love against you accusing you of instabilities. Soon your delusions will become fancy like films. . .  

Cristina Jimenez

 

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