I want to write out my thoughts in its rawest form. Not
influenced by political correctness or literary induction. I want to imagine
the world and paint it even with the sureness of a novice heart. I am tired of
the constraint and the restriction in places where I desire freedom. My hands
and heart crave a place of uncertain truce. They want to awake into a world of
free expression. I want to write my thoughts the way they come: broken and
incomplete. I want you to find a meaning to it without complaining – no
complains about my literary capacity. I hate to be asked the meaning of what I
have written. I hope you find a meaning that applies to your reality. My
thoughts are broken in pieces you
could barely see. There is no master piece to
these thoughts of mine but the one found by the weakest of minds. I desire no
valid principle of how well to construct my thoughts. I want to shape society
without having to pay attention to its constitution. Even the constitution was
made by man. I want to aspire higher than the constitution provides – maybe a
step farther from this shallow reality it prides. Why is there freedom of
speech when I still struggle to be politically correct? Why is there freedom of
expression when I am constantly warned to imbibe a restrained thought pattern?
My eyes are in search for a place that no eye has seen. My heart is in search
for an emotion that no one has once felt. I wonder with restrained feet in the
shadow of my ignorance for therein is bliss. I ponder on this illusion that
society makes of reality for in so doing I find the truism of life. I am warned
of what I see – they tell me it isn’t real. My mouth desires to suckle my
momma’s breast yet my hands crave to curdle the bone of my bone and the flesh
of myself. I am constantly enslaved by my thoughts for a greener pasture, so I
put hands in places of warned danger. My expression is a part of me. So I want
to live to the fullest of every bit I feel.
Written by Andrew
You have received enough criticisms and back here at home, your
defense, we can’t rush out again attacking you… welcome home son, nice
expression you’ve got. Unwise men however thought it wise to abolish man’s
‘state of nature’ which is typically characterized by your ‘expression’… this
freedom, they had... even to kill, more than the tendency to do good… your
well-being is as a result of constraint placed on someone… your thought are
great… you want to be irrational and free to express them in words… sacred
words… how precious… however, a little constraint on them, and your whole body
will go free. #Selah
Written by Adaiso
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