#sleeplesswriting

[zuri-zephyrus]

Speak

I undid the cuffs as I felt elation nipping at my ankles.

In solitude it called to me, expelling any censorship that once held me near.

Be True to soul.  

 A Demand, no Request:To silence Silence and his deafening delirium .

 So here I go:

Unleashed.

Reckless in my true nature.

[zuri-zephyrus]

Daybreak

I'll strip my body of formalities and thoughts just this once. I bow and bid farewell.

Smiling slyly as I Rush and collide with daybreak.

The entrance to my escape. 

Aurora and I ponder how incredible it'll be, how magnificent it'll be .

[zuri-zephyrus]

Energy

The being is far more intricate than your rumble. No matter, I don’t expect you to comprehend it. The soul’s complexity is too much for you to grasp.

Think it not your right to cast any judgement on such a fiery force. Your pathetic, insolent attempts  to make sense of that

So Sensual

So Corporeal 

that even rationality can not domesticate.

You, Beast of mediocre sorts,

This Energy:

Vigorous and Bold.

[zuri-zephyrus]

Sometimes: Sunday Confessions

Sometimes I wonder if I run for your sake or mine:

To prevent any more injuries or prevent the knowing of their existence.

I am fascinated by your being

In truth, I believe that my inclusion could only taint such a lovely sight.

A belief that only gains strength and reality with each passing day.

A belief I can't escape

[zuri-zephyrus]

Momentary Insanity: A Narrative

I'd like to introduce you to Abel, my guru. It is all very simple, really. I embarked on a self rediscovery about seven years ago; and somewhere in the mist I met this colossal voice of guidance. It has been hard to confront some of the things he's proposed and theorized. Because he poses challenges, to seek answers were many do not venture. No euphemisms, no sugar coating. The most humbling of times, to say the least. And his words, alone, Engaging. Inspiring Abel proceeded to the front of the room. Pacing back and forth.. Hands behind his back. " What is Bravery?" "I repeat, what is Bravery?" He smiled keenly because he knew the severity of this concept. "Bravery, My Dear, is momentary insanity." Hear it comes. "Bravery is momentary insanity. The point where all reason and rationale are thrown out the way. Where passion meets impulse. When you wear your insides out. Expose the true of heart. What beats in your chest. The very belief, idea, and being you surrender yourself to. The coming to terms in the mirror. That Yes this is what you need, want, desire, hope for. Acceptance, yes. And yet taking that acceptance and personifying it. Bravery! Bravery is dousing yourself with passion for This. Covering every inch of your flesh. Slathering on war paint, dominating every bit of your soul. Let it fill your lungs. Find home in your limbs, your core: to Act. Because your life, your very existence depends on it. He walked centered, shaking his index finger. "Bravery, my dear, is the breath every being seeks. Because Without It, You Are Nothing." Class dismissed.

[zuri-zephyrus]

Flawed: A Confession

On the road to achieving perfection, I've managed to single handedly sabotage myself. And the irony of it all is that on some level deep within my core there is relief. A relief that I can only consider a product of my own mania of driving myself full throttle mad. A sensation that, yes, even I, the idealistic perfectionist, can be human. Flawed, yes. Though it twists ever fiber within me to say. Perhaps, by a ridiculous action, misinterpreted as some grand vile action. But that's it isn't it? To be Human and to Recognize it. I suppose it is my consequence for convincing myself that I could produce  an incredulous stature of perfection. To be enraged by the mere fact that the world around me could never meet these preposterous expectations. The Universe laughs and kicks you off your cloud, humbling you to the very root of what you truly are: Human; beautifully flawed.

[zuri-zephyrus]

Clouded emotions, distorted promises, and misguided stares Kneeling at my own expense: Silence's left me bare A reflection with no notion of where it's been and where it's headed.

Zephyrus

[zuri-zephyrus]

Sitting on a Well Set Stone: A Narrative

Walking precisely in the direction Thought led her to. Dazed and Profound Steps. Mind turning to distract the course but nonetheless continues. Sigh. Posture relaxed as she finds herself a well set stone and sits. "Here." She stretches out her arm as she loses gaze upon the water. Sigh makes to leave but remains in question. "What..what is this?" Digging her feet in the sand, she responds," you know exactly what it is. Heh I don't want it. I've looked for it and I found it. I know exactly every cracked and smooth surface." "Huh, I see." She looked Sigh straight in the eyes. Intimidated and perplexed he suggests they walk a bit more. "No. I've walked far enough. Here. It is here were I'm suppose to stop. Facing each other, they stand far apart enough for her to toss it. Without a doubt he catches it. "It's starting to speak to me." She confesses and exhales. He shakes his head, amused. "I think you're going cra--" "No! No. It's starting to speak to me." She repeats. "What does it say?" "Honestly? That it needs a pair of arms to belong to. With me, it's protected. but.." "But it can't Be." Whispering almost to the point of no word. "Exactly." Looking out into the infinite sea. Sigh, holding breath and release. "Just leave it where it crosses Hope." "Hope? Are you sure?" "Is there anything closer to it than Hope?" And he began to take it to its location. My Heart .