Starting the Generator

How does one start?
Words eventually flow from some emotional reaction
To some small interaction with other human beings...
Sometimes it's good...
Sometimes, not so good...
Sometimes I think the human race has overstayed its welcome,
And wouldn't even mind an ELE meteor strike...
Just turn it off,
And then turn it back on...
A cosmic reset...
But
That's just sometimes...
I'm not always the Angel of Death...
Not always...
Sometimes the emotions are ecstatically up-beat...
Possibly orgasmic...
Positive or negative,
I'll try to put them down into words...
Describing the things I can't explain with words
With more words...
(That thought put me in therapy at least once...)
But,
Who knows,
Maybe someone else might relate to the feeling in the intangibles I describe,
Whatever they may be, and not feel alien or quite so alone...
Or quite so different...
Or quite so ashamed...
Or quite so hopeless...
Just words can be powerful things...
Every utterance passing over your lips is a spell...
Your will cast into the Universe...
Be yourself...
Be your true self...
Crystallize in your mind the image of your future desire...
Trust that you can get it right...
That, sometimes, things just fall into place...
(Almost as easily as things fall apart...)
It's a little of this, and a little of that...
The sweet and the sour...
Intention makes a difference...
Focused intention can look like magic once you actually get what you want...
As if you bent the laws of nature and physics to achieve a certain goal...
But everything that is is natural...
Everything that is allowed to be just is...
Everything you see...
Everything you hear...
Que sera sera...
Tout ce qui est est...
Just chugging through another day...
Trying to keep a clear head...
Trying to maintain a peaceful life...
Making space for healing and growth...
(While still ready to go 80's era Henry Rollins should the opportunity arise...)
Human interactions...
Sometimes things can get dark, but it's all just stage play,
Dominance displays, and submissive behaviors...
Mostly transparent,
Which makes observing their behavior all that much more frustrating...
And then someone flips a light switch on and off a few times...
And suddenly humanity's just peachy...
And all is cool with the world...
But for how long?
Stay tuned...
Life is strange.