Can’t stop WON’T stop.
I SEE YOU.
I see you exhaling pure gold and truth when you forget to polish things, pretty thing, bother yourself with thinking about them, instead just let them BE.
I see you pinning outcomes and shape-shifting the world just because you SAID so.
I see you coming out with that raw, bloody, steely, DO NOT FUCK WITH ME core, when you’ve actually got your weight behind something, and so you opt OUT –
of what about
or CAN I
and you just DO.
But don’t think I don’t SEE you, also –
‘too busy’ to rip truth from your soul that day
taking what WOULD have flown out of you with the burn of a thousand suns
and making it fit into a nice little box,
Don’t think I don’t SEE you –
recognising your DEEPEST truth and then, just –
Not doing what you at this point MUST be responsible to.
Shirking the WORK.
Labelling it as bad, or wrong, or too much.
And worst of all?
Making motherfucking promises you just don’t keep.
To your self.
It’s all yours. Right there in front of you. SO for the taking. But bitch, seriously. YOU DO HAVE TO CHOOSE IT.
What, you gonna keep telling yourself you are, just not yet?
That is not a thing.
Quit pretending it’s a thing!
In the end, it’s VERY very simple:
you either could, should, would have, but you DIDN’T,
AND THEN YOU JUST DID.
Fuck trying to sell stuff, and fuck your working towards vibes, where you push endlessly…