My isolation and you cannot break it as I am in a bubble meant for training.
Searching outwards has cost me dearly but lessons weren’t learned therefore extreme measures have arrived.
Oh be glad, there’s a place where ignorance and foolishness will be broken so wisdom and love will thrive.
When you see me again, my complection will glow from the flow of self-denial.
I’ll be better than before,
When I chased windows of wind,
Looking in without any direction,
Depending on sight for thrills,
The unseen is so beautiful to behold,
Self bland yucky plain with ordinary paths familiar.
Have you spit at the mirror’s reflection,
Hissing with deep waves of boo,
Because you want to see someone greater?