Brandy Danielle Nicholson

I wonder what is happening up there. I wonder how the waves crash and the words melt into formative beliefs.  What are you thinking? I can't think for thinking. I can't get into my own head because I wonder too much about your head. I think I could be more thoughtful if I could just know. I think if I could get out of my own head and into my own head I could be better.  Thoughtfully thinking of things unsaid appear from the fog of a stormy night where the headlights are my only hope for sight. The illumination overwhelms me into ignorance. The light is all I can see, but I know there's more to me. I know there's more out there. I know the light is the way. But I must wait until the day.  When the day comes everything is clear, But then the night is always near.  The shadow in the background, Dominating my inevitable fear.

Equal energy exchange forgoing the lack of instability creates deities amongst loyalties that cannot be defined in causality.  Growths of fortunes foretold realize grants to the ones who have shared the most.  But isn’t reciprocity the act of lovingly and thoughtfully subtracting the whacky nature of demonic inspired seismic activity among thoughtful interpretations of a nature that demands balance? Or what are we to decide and abide the truths that lie inside the buried wealth within us all? What is taken and what is given and who can truly know the difference? How can the temptation of the world be so brutally balanced that we try to help ourselves unnecessarily. And the mountains of gratitude cannot and will not be a part of the temptuous succession that we have claimed as reality. But isn’t that malleable? Isn’t it all circumstantial and aren’t we all made in the creative image of the one true creator that is the energy that surrounds us all and cannot be defined as t...