A Woman Of Now
I am a woman navigating invisible highways. I am a woman of text nation. I am a woman of men as well as women. I am a woman of the world. I am a woman of spirit. I am a woman of you.
This world is mine as it is yours. These words are mine as they are yours. This air is mine as it is yours. This food, this breath, this life, this struggle, these feelings, relationships, love, hate, greed, politics, struggle, joy, pleasure, pain, memories, the past, present, and future are all mine as yours.
The knowledge I have is no better than the knowledge of you or all the world. It is no greater, it is no less, but it only is.
The breeze, the heat, the sweat, the shivers, the moon, the sun, the light, and dark are all ours.
We share existence.
We all are embryonic creators on the shoulders of giants waiting for our chance, hoping for our chance to someday become those giants.
This journey belongs to all of us. The pressure to be what our country asks of us. The pressure to be what our parents wanted for themselves. The pressure to be wanted in friendships. The pressure to fit in, stand out.
There is a longing for our world to evolve. Faster faster. Better better.
We are all spoiled and nobody is happy.
We have more than any generation has ever dreamed of having..and all we want is more.
The tiny pitter patter of our technological footprint outweighs the sound of our souls. We must make enough to buy enough to be enough in a world that is never enough.
Enough.
Enough.
Enough.
When can we settle? Why would we settle? We have come so far by standing, resting lazily on our ancestors...what have we to offer? What have we to learn? What have we to gain? What have we to give?
Where is the world going and where are your morals? What is morality over the span of existence?
We have been told how to live and what to do, and we are simply okay with it. Question this. Question yourself, keep your intuition close.
The cities have streets lined with spectacularly tall buildings and fast moving automobiles paced by laws that are displayed by street signs and lights surrounded by us all...always in a hurry. The sounds of the city are drowning out the sound of the future. The invisible highways of extra terrestrial communication have taken over our minds.
Through lust on the screens of technology, we view sensual acts. We view acts of men with women, men with men, women with women, people with animals, all testing our morality, sensitivity, and humility. We view the meeting of souls in a spiritual matrimony had for money because we may be too busy or too lazy to experience it for ourselves.
Everything is for the money. The money is for everything. We lose ourselves amongst the need for money to provide for ourselves and our families that created us.
I have experienced along the invisible highway all that can be experienced. It is all there to be experienced.
Acts of seduction. Acts of creativity. Acts of horror. Acts of communication. Acts of relevance and lack there of.
Through it all I see a connection to you. A connection to myself. A connection to the world. I embrace your presence when I am unable to view your flesh because of the highways of invisibility.
I express myself to you and you can't see me. I know about your life, the ups the downs, the travels. I know your highlight reel. All the people I should never meet again are right before my very eyes. I have access to lives because I have allowance. Someone creates a vision, a profile for them self that they want me to see. I embrace this vision wholeheartedly and have lost track of who I am in the puddle of visual opportunities I have debated for myself.
I must see to it that I keep you in my heart. I must see to it more particularly that I keep my heart.
Like you, I know the world.
Like you, I know myself.
Like you, I know nothing.
I, like you, want to be more.
I, like you, want to be great.
I, like you, want to be better.
I, like you, want to lust.
I want to feel the rush of souls in passion, like we all do. I want to feel the warmth of a friends words of comfort in my time of need...like you want it as well.
We are all the same. We all feel. We all live. We all touch. We all travel. We all love. We all hate. We all want more and are seldom satisfied with what it is that we have.
This drive increases our strength and intellect.
My vision for you, is my vision for myself, is my vision for the world, is my vision for the unknown, is my vision for my own backyard.
Everything I need is right here. Everything I could ever want is simply at my fingertips and in my heart. You have felt me as I have felt you as we have all felt love and disappointment of love. As we have all felt an eternal closeness along with an eternal abyss of loneliness.
I too long for dreams. I long for a passionate end to rivalry between love and seduction. I long for the sex of our souls with our flesh, the fornication of our minds with our bodies with the world and the patriarchs of revolution and revolt and betterment of life for everyone. I long to feel an eternal connection with every atom, with every sun moon planet galaxy and universe, with every plant and animal, with every tree branch climbed and unclimbed, with every species of flower and insect that has ever been in existence.
I am a woman of seduction. I seduce the world with my magnetic persona into perfection in my mind.
I am a woman of escape. I am a woman of trembles and shakes. I am a woman of likeness to yourself and every attribute you have ever encountered.
I am a woman of presumptive relationships. I am lustful of passion. I am grateful for the soft encounters of pleasure I have experienced. The touch I have given and the touch I have received in accordance with mutual satisfaction please my thoughts. My touch is a gift as your touch is a gift to someone. My words are less than perfect, my actions too, like you and yours.
I am a woman of peace and a woman of turmoil for an everyday existence that is pure at heart.
I have given life a meaning as you have given life a meaning.
I have felt embarrassment as you have felt an embarrassment so strong that your face turns a hell fire red and your stomach aches in disappointment of an action or thought longing for acceptance.
I have struggled with getting off my back and on my feet as you have when you have failed.
I am a woman of you. I am a woman of technology. I am a woman of poetry. I am a woman of simplicity. I am a woman of complexity. I am a woman of crossing lines and exploring boundaries. I am a woman of journey, excitement, and fear.
I am a woman of a time when women are thought to be more equal in perception than ever. I am a woman in a time where nothing is as it seems. I am a woman of a time when it is best to drown your reality in the television or the internet or the radio or the newest trend. I am a woman in a time where stillness has lost it's value with the simple pleasures of reading a book or having a conversation. I am a woman who looks at the stars filled with hope. I am a woman of change. I am a woman who will always be the same woman.
I am a woman who knows I am something greater than what I have presented to the world. I am a woman of modesty. I am a woman of potential as you are of potential as the world is of potential driven by passion.
The stars or universe cannot define as the atoms and quarks cannot define my existence or your existence.
Love is first had for yourself. Hate is first had for yourself. Greed, envy, joy, pleasure, pain, acceptance must all be experienced by yourself and for yourself before it is to be experienced on, in, or of the world.
I am by your side fighting the same fight as all the minds of the world fight with us.
I am alone as you are alone as we are all connected by frequencies beyond our knowledge but resting in our heart.
I am a woman of faith in all religions, of all gods, in every corner of the world. I am a woman of spirit and soul. I am a woman of belief. I am a woman of truth and lies and I do not know the difference. I am a woman of security. I am a woman of freedom. I am a woman of thought. I am a woman of choice. I am a woman of equality. I am a woman of life. I am a woman of this earth. I am a woman of dreams. I am a woman I have always wanted to be. I am a woman of now.
This world is mine as it is yours. These words are mine as they are yours. This air is mine as it is yours. This food, this breath, this life, this struggle, these feelings, relationships, love, hate, greed, politics, struggle, joy, pleasure, pain, memories, the past, present, and future are all mine as yours.
The knowledge I have is no better than the knowledge of you or all the world. It is no greater, it is no less, but it only is.
The breeze, the heat, the sweat, the shivers, the moon, the sun, the light, and dark are all ours.
We share existence.
We all are embryonic creators on the shoulders of giants waiting for our chance, hoping for our chance to someday become those giants.
This journey belongs to all of us. The pressure to be what our country asks of us. The pressure to be what our parents wanted for themselves. The pressure to be wanted in friendships. The pressure to fit in, stand out.
There is a longing for our world to evolve. Faster faster. Better better.
We are all spoiled and nobody is happy.
We have more than any generation has ever dreamed of having..and all we want is more.
The tiny pitter patter of our technological footprint outweighs the sound of our souls. We must make enough to buy enough to be enough in a world that is never enough.
Enough.
Enough.
Enough.
When can we settle? Why would we settle? We have come so far by standing, resting lazily on our ancestors...what have we to offer? What have we to learn? What have we to gain? What have we to give?
Where is the world going and where are your morals? What is morality over the span of existence?
We have been told how to live and what to do, and we are simply okay with it. Question this. Question yourself, keep your intuition close.
The cities have streets lined with spectacularly tall buildings and fast moving automobiles paced by laws that are displayed by street signs and lights surrounded by us all...always in a hurry. The sounds of the city are drowning out the sound of the future. The invisible highways of extra terrestrial communication have taken over our minds.
Through lust on the screens of technology, we view sensual acts. We view acts of men with women, men with men, women with women, people with animals, all testing our morality, sensitivity, and humility. We view the meeting of souls in a spiritual matrimony had for money because we may be too busy or too lazy to experience it for ourselves.
Everything is for the money. The money is for everything. We lose ourselves amongst the need for money to provide for ourselves and our families that created us.
I have experienced along the invisible highway all that can be experienced. It is all there to be experienced.
Acts of seduction. Acts of creativity. Acts of horror. Acts of communication. Acts of relevance and lack there of.
Through it all I see a connection to you. A connection to myself. A connection to the world. I embrace your presence when I am unable to view your flesh because of the highways of invisibility.
I express myself to you and you can't see me. I know about your life, the ups the downs, the travels. I know your highlight reel. All the people I should never meet again are right before my very eyes. I have access to lives because I have allowance. Someone creates a vision, a profile for them self that they want me to see. I embrace this vision wholeheartedly and have lost track of who I am in the puddle of visual opportunities I have debated for myself.
I must see to it that I keep you in my heart. I must see to it more particularly that I keep my heart.
Like you, I know the world.
Like you, I know myself.
Like you, I know nothing.
I, like you, want to be more.
I, like you, want to be great.
I, like you, want to be better.
I, like you, want to lust.
I want to feel the rush of souls in passion, like we all do. I want to feel the warmth of a friends words of comfort in my time of need...like you want it as well.
We are all the same. We all feel. We all live. We all touch. We all travel. We all love. We all hate. We all want more and are seldom satisfied with what it is that we have.
This drive increases our strength and intellect.
My vision for you, is my vision for myself, is my vision for the world, is my vision for the unknown, is my vision for my own backyard.
Everything I need is right here. Everything I could ever want is simply at my fingertips and in my heart. You have felt me as I have felt you as we have all felt love and disappointment of love. As we have all felt an eternal closeness along with an eternal abyss of loneliness.
I too long for dreams. I long for a passionate end to rivalry between love and seduction. I long for the sex of our souls with our flesh, the fornication of our minds with our bodies with the world and the patriarchs of revolution and revolt and betterment of life for everyone. I long to feel an eternal connection with every atom, with every sun moon planet galaxy and universe, with every plant and animal, with every tree branch climbed and unclimbed, with every species of flower and insect that has ever been in existence.
I am a woman of seduction. I seduce the world with my magnetic persona into perfection in my mind.
I am a woman of escape. I am a woman of trembles and shakes. I am a woman of likeness to yourself and every attribute you have ever encountered.
I am a woman of presumptive relationships. I am lustful of passion. I am grateful for the soft encounters of pleasure I have experienced. The touch I have given and the touch I have received in accordance with mutual satisfaction please my thoughts. My touch is a gift as your touch is a gift to someone. My words are less than perfect, my actions too, like you and yours.
I am a woman of peace and a woman of turmoil for an everyday existence that is pure at heart.
I have given life a meaning as you have given life a meaning.
I have felt embarrassment as you have felt an embarrassment so strong that your face turns a hell fire red and your stomach aches in disappointment of an action or thought longing for acceptance.
I have struggled with getting off my back and on my feet as you have when you have failed.
I am a woman of you. I am a woman of technology. I am a woman of poetry. I am a woman of simplicity. I am a woman of complexity. I am a woman of crossing lines and exploring boundaries. I am a woman of journey, excitement, and fear.
I am a woman of a time when women are thought to be more equal in perception than ever. I am a woman in a time where nothing is as it seems. I am a woman of a time when it is best to drown your reality in the television or the internet or the radio or the newest trend. I am a woman in a time where stillness has lost it's value with the simple pleasures of reading a book or having a conversation. I am a woman who looks at the stars filled with hope. I am a woman of change. I am a woman who will always be the same woman.
I am a woman who knows I am something greater than what I have presented to the world. I am a woman of modesty. I am a woman of potential as you are of potential as the world is of potential driven by passion.
The stars or universe cannot define as the atoms and quarks cannot define my existence or your existence.
Love is first had for yourself. Hate is first had for yourself. Greed, envy, joy, pleasure, pain, acceptance must all be experienced by yourself and for yourself before it is to be experienced on, in, or of the world.
I am by your side fighting the same fight as all the minds of the world fight with us.
I am alone as you are alone as we are all connected by frequencies beyond our knowledge but resting in our heart.
I am a woman of faith in all religions, of all gods, in every corner of the world. I am a woman of spirit and soul. I am a woman of belief. I am a woman of truth and lies and I do not know the difference. I am a woman of security. I am a woman of freedom. I am a woman of thought. I am a woman of choice. I am a woman of equality. I am a woman of life. I am a woman of this earth. I am a woman of dreams. I am a woman I have always wanted to be. I am a woman of now.
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