Maybe?

I'm considering the idea of writing an actual blog post.

Once again, considering.

Spare Some Change?

How nice would it be
To be able to talk to the world?
To pick up a rusty can
And send vibrations through it?
Messages of peace.
Love.
Life.
Vibrations to shake loose the dirt
Laying thickly on the soul.
Talk is cheap
And I am all but broke.

Delusion No More

This world is full.
The fears.
Useless.
My mind is full.
The delusion.
Nonsense.
I sense it in my everything.
I am everything.
I am nothing.

There is no sense in trying to be someone
You are someone.
After all if you let go of the fears
The necessity for bravery
Vanishes.
Eager actions cannot exist.

If you make the whole world a foreign country
All you can do.
All you should do.
Is drink it in.
Then let it go once more.
To be foreign again.

Clean and clear.
Delusion no more.