Belonging within…

Being a part of something is not a norm for a solo artists. From the other side looking over for a reason to be is the hardest. It’s the feeling of not belonging that soothes the beast. Keeping even relations at the far ends of thrills that are cheap. There’s an emptiness that keeps the inner workings of the mind safe. A presence of knowing commitments are to self that simply isn’t subjected to hate. As luv turns ugly in eventual moments yet to be. Forcing eyes to look into another  ever so deep. The outsider. The misfit. The black sheep. The nitwit. Different from the heard moving in motion that doesn’t make sense. Pointless is adjusting to the chaos of mindless emotion all while awaiting the painful suspense. The break just isn’t worth the loss of memory that replaces life with gaps. Always and forever sticking to the facts. So to remain on one’s own is the only pure mindful way to live. Setting aside the details of what an individual truly has to give. When it’s the happiness within that thrives needing no one to participate on a daily. The calm is the key that unlocks worth that’s never half azzed or lazy. To be in true form is the joy of existence doing whatever comes about. Without restraints to restrict words coming from the mouth. Free in one’s own natural state shall be the reality of the center of the universe. Knowing self is truly alone and unattached to the attraction of another’s body’s physical curves. Present is the thought process of obtaining the inner friend. One can only partake in actions along the way until it all comes to an end. Never to be a member of ownership when it’s an affiliation at best. Who we are is how we are contained within our own chests…